That's right I'm jumping on the band waggon. Way too late and completely unknown but that's how I arrive anywhere.
My goal for this blog isn't just to have friends and family keep up with how I am doing but hopefully add insight into breaking into this ridiculous world of entertainment.
I really don't read many blogs and haven't followed many writers that are blogging. But honestly how could the "blogosphere" be without me? Thus, why I am here. So first off, tell all your friends.
Now that is out of the way...I've got the ball rolling on some things.
I pitched my screenplay "Taste" to www.pitchq.com two weeks ago. I was invited to pitch through a specific script request I pulled off craigslist. You can check it out by typing in the address and then entering: tastepitch in the guest code.
Enough time has passed that it's now apparent the producer's that wanted to see my pitch have passed on it but the clip of me pitching it will remain online for another 6 months and over 75 producers and agents check it out every day.
I have wrapped up another script, a comedy pilot titled "Stealing Channel Seven" about a news broadcaster that comes up with a plot to rob a bank then return to the scene of the crime for the perfect alibi.
My productivity has been high despite the situation I like to refer to as "neighbor-gate". The Mexican lady that lives below is completely crazy. And I don't mean like wacky Crameresqe crazy, that would be cool. No this lady makes a tea party with Gary Busey and Michael Jackson seem normal.
Anyway to make a long story short because her craziness has gone on for a long time now, finally culminated last Wednesday when she called the cops on me during the season finale of Top Chef.
Hosea won, thank God, and cops were very confused as to why they were called to my apartment.
"Are you having a party?" asks the cop.
"No, I'm watching Top Chef." I said extremely irritated at the interruption.
"You have anyone else with you?"
"No. Just me and my friend. "
My buddy sitting on the couch eating a bag of hot & spicy pork rinds waves at the cops.
"Padma is about to announce the winner. You can come watch if you want but I gotta see this."
"What's your last name?" The bad cop asks.
My eyes veer off looking for an answer across the hall way. Only coming to the wrong one.
"James."
"Thanks."
So now I have to move out of my apartment.
Not just because of this, I have been planning on it but it's now the final hour of my stay here at De Mille Manor. Its time to venture on. In a hopefully a month I will be getting a house in Silverlake.
Employment is an issue as well. My tenure at America's Funniest Videos ends in May. I have said over and over that I won't take another PA gig but unfortunately more qualified to serve coffee at a TV show than a Starbucks.
I might begin selling para-legal advice...or be the live Abercrombie and Fitch model that stands all day looking handsome at The Grove...or maybe I'll get my pilot's license and get a job making smoke messages in the sky.
It's hard times for everyone. The valley can be a very scary place. Trust me I got lost somewhere between Tarzana and Sherman Oaks for three hours last August. Barely made it out alive.
In times like this the only choice is to just be optimistic. It's like we are all standing at the top of a giant Plinko board of fortune.
I believe I'll land all right. Wherever that is and whenever it happens. I think we all will.
But enough stary-eyed faith inspired speak I need to get on the job boards. Work is slim for road men these days. We aren't in high demand. I continue to work though. The work never stops for a Road Man for The Lords of Karma.
With Love & Respect,
Mike James
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