Sunday, September 24, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
It’s an amazing process when you go into self distribution.
You probably know that jumping off bridges, is having its World Premiere in 20+ cities across the nation. What you probably don’t know, is the work involved in getting the word out. To put it mildly, it is monumental! I have been calling television stations around the country. Every where it’s showing, you can be sure I have called and emailed the news editor, assignment editor, the community bulletin and a few reporters of each station. And then done it again.
Fortuanely most stations now have it on their calendar and interviews are being scheduled. The hardest part is hearing the “We’ll get back to you.”
(Have I mentioned that I’ve never been very good at waiting?)
The thing is, as hard as I’m working, Kat, Stacy and Tracy are working 50 times harder. I only have one area, television. They have a zillion areas.
The work is paying out though and the film is gaining momentum and buzz.
The word is getting out!!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
This evening, jumping off bridges is screening in
Even though we have screened in many theatres to date, this one feels like the beginning. All of us, Kat, Stacy, Tracy and myself have been in high gear getting the ball rolling on this world tour. It’s exciting, tiring, nerve wracking and sometimes scary. More often than not, I feel like I’m in over my head, but I just put one foot in front of the other and without fail, the road has risen to my feet.
I wish I could do more.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
When I was a kid, I had a big beautiful, creamy Palomino Quarter horse that I was crazy about. I would ride everyday and spent more time at the ranch, than I did my home. Looking back I guess it was my home. I knew everyone and their horse. I knew every dog, cat, goat and every now an then, a rat or two. Having a horse was my ticket to freedom and in the mind of a young girl, I truly believed he could read my mind. In the pastures, I would often ride without a saddle or bridle. Out side of the ranch though, I had to use a bridle. I couldn’t chance the ESP connection breaking right next to the highway. On most days, we would explore in every direction and for miles.
Across the road, there was a very poor, shanty neighborhood where I loved to ride. It was a place where dense ancient oaks, arched over decrepit one room wooden houses. Where women could be heard cooking in the back, and children would run up to my horse but were too afraid to touch him. Where the old men would sit on the patio, laughing and talking and smoking. There were fields of corn and sometimes fields of wild black berry bushes, thick with enormous berries.
I used to wrap my horses legs and go to the middle of those blackberry fields and gorge myself with berries until my hands and clothes were stained red. Then one time, I saw in the sandy road along one of these berry fields, a snake trail that was easily 5 inches wide. Amos (I’ll have to tell you about him later) told me a rattler made that trail and that it was probably a 7 footer. I have seen a 6 foot rattler, so I knew it could be true. To prove to myself that I wasn’t scared though, I went into the patch one more time, but I was so uncomfortable, it became my last.
I have wonderful, rich, funny, sad and scary stories from riding there. When I have more time and if it’s not too boring for you, I’ll tell you about how we got shot at while in the corn field, about how my horse startled and went racing through the baseball game and almost took out the second baseman, about the falling down convenience store in the middle of the road, the card games and cigars, the old men who kept their gaze down and away from a white girl, the women who offered me fresh ocra or corn from their gardens, the rides I gave to the children, the areas more colorful characters and of course my friend, Amos Moses.