Dear Daniel,
Okay, so I said I was going to hand this
blog over, but it turns out I’ve only had one taker and I’ve lost the gentleman’s
very sweet account of how his wife inspired him to become a writer upon his
return from war.
That being said, OMG! Letters to Daniel
the documentary has achieved something I never
dreamed possible. I entered it into the FREE FILM FESTIVAL and it has not
only been accepted it has secured digital and theatrical distribution.
HOLY CRAPTASTIC!
If you could see me now!
It’s one of those full circle moments
where everything. And I mean everything comes together. This film, the memoir,
and really, this blog has been there for me in way that I used poo poo others
about.
Yeah I’m journaling to some degree, but
it’s not just a journal on display here, it’s my life. And how rapidly it’s
changed over the last few years.
First came the books, then with the
screenplays, now with the film. It’s hard to believe May 7, 2013 marked the
beginning of this blog. And how now, even though I know you don’t see me, don’t
know me, have never heard of me you and you work have inspired me to be my best
self at such a point in my life when I thought perhaps it wouldn’t have
happened at all!
Everything’s been moving fast this year.
Not that it wasn’t moving fast before, but this year it seems to moving really fast.
And as time goes by it seems to go at
breakneck speed. I find it difficult to just sit and relax and soak up and
enjoy the moment. Some of that I’m sure is the anxiety from the bipolar
disorder and the relentless need to always be moving forward to always be
telling a story.
Even though I lost last night at the
Louisville International Festival of Film I had the best time relaxing drinking
ginger ale and chatting with Mysti Parker, my date for the evening. Missy
couldn’t make it and Pam was wiped from physical therapy, Sisters In Crime and
had projects to work on.
So it was me and Mysti, ON A YACHT!
Talking, laughing, drinking. Watching awards going to people who weren’t even
present to receive them. LOL. The awards were burnished mahogany glossed
Louisville Slugger Baseball Bats with the category they had won and their
project would be engraved and shipped to them.
I have never had such a good time losing
before. Maybe because I didn’t think I could win, or I felt out of place with
the people around me. People who were phony and fake and well very different
from the crowd at Imaginarium.
Otherwise I had Mysti there and after
the awards were over we retreated to restaurant and had dinner. The clam
chowder was delicious and brownie sundae was just too big to eat between the
two of us.
I soaked up the moment. Most people were
disappointed they didn’t win. And there was a piece of me that was too. But I
was able to soak up the fact there was NO PRESSURE on me or my film to do
anything beyond screen at 11AM on a Friday morning in the basement of the
library.
It was a lovely festival run by lovely
people. And I take away the compliment one volunteer gave my film, that it was
amazing. That really touched me. Because she meant it. Now my film has
distribution on VOD, ISS, DvD, and theatrically. I am above all truly blessed.
And I found out tonight three of my
screenplays have been accepted into the festival.
If only you could see me now.
Sincerely,
