Hollywood Sex Kitten

Forgive me dear readers. It has been 2 weeks since my last confession... err... blog post. Things out here in LA LA Land are crazier than ever, but I mean that in a good way. Here's the game recap so far. The actor that I got my script to loved it. (Sidenote: the title is now "Unraveled" since no one seems to think that anyone will release it with it's original title of "F*cked." Ok fine. I guess I have to concede that they're probably right there.)He's definitely on board if we can pull off the financing. Yippee Skippee. Even so, my project has sorta been shifted to the back burner for a little while. My producer has two other projects that he's looking to go forward on instead first, which honestly is just peachy with me. I'm soooo ok with getting my feet wet on someone else's project. That makes me less likely to do something boneheaded that fucks up my project. Might as well learn the ropes at someone else's expense, huh? I've gotten very involved with one of the other projects already. It's called "The Rescue" and TNI and I have spent our last 2 Saturdays doing MASSIVE rewrites on the script. The story was there, but that was about it. There were loose ends and ridiculous, unnecessary plot points, and bad dialogue, and it just needed a lot of work. We spent like 10 hours basically re-writing the whole thing last Saturday and I was actually pretty pleased with how it turned out. Our producer liked it as well, but still had a long list of changes he wanted made to the new version. To say I was annoyed with the changes he wanted made would be putting it mildly. I fumed about it for a good day before I finally got it through my head that this is not my script. I should not be so attached to it. If the director or producer want to make changes then I just need to do it and not argue. That's a lesson I'm going to have to learn if I want to continue to write on spec I guess. So TNI talked me down from my ledge and we sat down with the producer yesterday morning and hashed out the changes. I managed a small victory regarding one of the characters and that made me happier. We then spent another 5 or 6 hours re-writing to incorporate the changes. It has been a long couple of Saturdays, but the script is pretty much done now. Woo and Hoo! I got "hired" on to doctor the script, but I don't have any sort of production deal in place going forward, so my involvement with this project will probably be smaller now. I'm ok with that. The main purpose for jumping on board with this film was to hopefully secure TNI a part in it. If I get some sort of writing credit out of it as well, so much the better... About mid-way in to yesterday's writing marathon, TNI and I took a break to make some dinner and knock back a couple of gin and tonics. Now, I'm usually a vodka or rum girl. Gin does weird things to me and I never can predict what weird thing it's going to do. Sometimes there's nothing. Other times it makes me angry. Or gives me weird dreams. Last night it wound me up like a little horny sex kitten. I felt fine when I went to bed, but once I was asleep... holy shit... I have vivid dreams all the time and I'm not complaining about the sex dreams I normally have, but this was soooo different. This was like watching hard core porn in my head. When a dream is intense enough to make you have an orgasm in real life, now that's a damn good fucking dream. I had two of those dreams last night. They were amazing, but I'm kinda tired this morning. I feel like I was up having sex all night. Fucked up I tell you. Seriously fucked up. Don't get me wrong. They were great dreams and I'll take the hard core porn dreams over the violent recurring nightmare I've been having, any day of the week. Guess my brain just really felt that I needed to get laid... which would have made more sense a couple of weeks ago. I hadn't slept with anyone in months and then I had a lapse in sanity and literally jumped HWMNBN when he took me to lunch one day. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but fuck it. It was fun. I was horny and bored and he wound me up while we were playing pool and it just kinda happened. Shocked the hell out of him to. We fuck with each other all the time, making little sexual innuendos and whatnot. It's just the way we interact with each other. It usually doesn't go anywhere, but something in my brain just kinda snapped that day and well... you get the idea. We had sex in his car. It was crazy and reckless and we soooo should have gotten caught. (Did I mention we were in the parking lot at the Hollywood and Highland complex. Not exactly a quiet, discreet location.) It prolly shouldn't have happened, but I'd do it again if given the opportunity... and damn was the sex good. It's a whole different kind of adrenalin rush when you throw in the whole "what if we get caught?" factor. Fear definitely makes sex more interesting... in my world anyway :)I'm a freak, what can I say? You all already know this about me... So that's a it. The highlights of my last couple of weeks. I can't promise that I will be more regular with my posts, I do however promise to try.

"There is nothing wrong with being afraid---but there is nothing more wrong than allowing that to be your master." -- Bobby Darin