Guest blogger ‘Mike MacIntosh’ lives in Hollywood. In the morning his beard smells of jasmine and Dakota candles. Is it coincidence he came aboard today… or prophecy… or both??? Mike chimes in with his own cynicism. (It’s all sunshine and overflowing with flowers up in here today)
I have strived. I have taken risks. I have been rejected. I have had meetings with big companies just to be given that humiliating pat on the head for encouragement. I have interned. I have stayed at the same terrible place of employ at the same pointless position simply because it gave me more time to write. I have willingly lived essentially in poverty for the last five years. I have written until I was mildly delirious. I have rewritten scenes to the point that I couldn’t even remember what I was even trying to do in the first place. I have read hundreds of scripts for research. I have watched thousands of movies for inspiration. I have gone into deep depressions. I have seen a psychiatrist. I have been prescribed meds for OCD and depression. Did I mention I have been rejected? Yes, sometimes to the point that I wanted to give up on the entire adventure and just move back to Pennsylvania to sell furniture. I have sacrificed in every true sense of the word.
Then today my girlfriend shows me this: Ellen Page to Write Comedy Series for HBO.
“Page has teamed with HBO for “Stitch N’ Bitch,” a comedy she will write with two other young actors, Alia Shawkat and Sean Tillmann. The show follows two painfully cool hipster girls as they relocate from Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood to Los Angeles’ Silver Lake enclave in hopes of becoming artists — of any kind.”
I have been discouraged.
Two actresses, 20 and 22 years old, who have never written anything before are given a show based essentially on this pitch: there are three people and they have lives. Awesome. I wonder if any of them will be quirky.
Why do I even bother trying anymore? I hate you Hollywood. Murder is the only solution.