when my stepdad dropped dead & my mom died of grief two years later, both in their 60’s, i thought my life was over. i still sometimes feel like i’m just waiting to see them again

most of what i’ve done this year is writing & that’s difficult to depict online. how do you point a camera at what is fundamentally intellectual, interior & emotional (this is the difficulty of a screenwriter’s work.) but this is what i find stimulating, satisfying, isolating

i’ve traveled a ton this year. worked a ton. no agent. no manager. i’m not totally opposed to having them again, but i’m not convinced that the way the business works today, women clients are best served in the current system as it stands. i have not thrived in that system.

here’s a pic of my legs after shooting outside in mud in 95 degree heat, 100 percent humidity in August in Georgia

those are Chloé flats btw 😫