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Thursday, May 12, 2011
Does anyone even keep a journal nowadays? If they do, I'll bet it's a computerized one and not a pen and ink one like this. But, considering the breaches in security that I've been dealing with over the past week or so, I'm going old-school in the interests of keeping secrets. Maybe after I'm dead, 60+ years from now please God, someone will find this and decide that the memoir of Rhy'Din's first movie mogul are worth publishing and they'll make a killing off the profits. Am I getting ahead of myself? Probably. I think the studios have to do well in order for me to call myself a mogul.
Oh, God. The studios. Where to even begin there? See, I've had this lifelong dream of being really respected in Hollywood, like Tom Hanks or Ingrid Bergman. I want to be taken seriously, not just for my acting, but my writing, my directing ? everything. I have an Oscar and a Golden Globe for Best Actress, so that covers my acting. I have a Golden Globe for my writing ? sure would like to add an Oscar for that ? so obviously my writing has been taken seriously. But I'm still lacking recognition for my directing and leadership. But I'm not sure you can actually get an Oscar or a Golden Globe for being Best Studio Head.
$4.5 million dollars ? or roughly 1.8 million Rhy'Din gold ? has been entrusted to me to make something with. So far, I've managed to kick up a helluva lot of scandal and publicity, which unfortunately, can't be given back to my investors...except as an alternative to a sharp stick in the eye. The first film hasn't even begun shooting yet and already the script's been leaked and the casting ? which hasn't even been finalized, for Christ's sake! ? has been called into question. What if it flops? What if it's horrible? What if they come to me next year and demand their money? What if I don't have it? Hell, that's a lot of what ifs.
Maybe I should concentrate on happier, more pleasant things, like Ori. Yes, Ori is definitely a happier and more pleasant subject. I've never met anyone like him. He's so genuine. Real. He makes my head spin and my knees go weak every single time I see him. When it's unexpectedly in the halls at the office, I literally feel out of breath. I know that we agreed to keep things strictly professional when we're there, but anyone looking at my face when I see him has got to know how I feel about him. How much I'm into this guy.
Okay, enough of that. I'm going to make myself sick with all the sappiness.
Rhys. Now there's a confusing situation. He had a bit of the bad boy feel to him when we first met. Sorta like James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause. Now I think it's more like Rebel Without A Clue. No, that's mean, Lelah. He's just...confused. Conflicted. Obviously still in love and completely hung up on his ex. He doesn't know what he wants, not really. Or maybe it's more a case of knowing what he wants but being unable to have it because it's happily married to a freakin' hot Chinese guy.
Gideon? Oh, God. I can't even write his name without wanting to curl up and die of embarrassment. I can't believe I thought he was a demon or possessed or whatever. But everything Rhys said about demons fit him. He's scary, he's too cool, he's too suave, he's just...too. Now there's a real bad boy if I'm anyone to judge. I should keep my distance from him, and stop thinking up reasons to happen by the Inn to see if he's lurking there. I can't, though. He's like smack. Bad for me but impossible to resist.
Gotta run. Ori's here to show me his concepts for the opening scene. I wonder if I'll be able to sneak in a kiss or two before the meeting's over?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Does anyone even keep a journal nowadays? If they do, I'll bet it's a computerized one and not a pen and ink one like this. But, considering the breaches in security that I've been dealing with over the past week or so, I'm going old-school in the interests of keeping secrets. Maybe after I'm dead, 60+ years from now please God, someone will find this and decide that the memoir of Rhy'Din's first movie mogul are worth publishing and they'll make a killing off the profits. Am I getting ahead of myself? Probably. I think the studios have to do well in order for me to call myself a mogul.
Oh, God. The studios. Where to even begin there? See, I've had this lifelong dream of being really respected in Hollywood, like Tom Hanks or Ingrid Bergman. I want to be taken seriously, not just for my acting, but my writing, my directing ? everything. I have an Oscar and a Golden Globe for Best Actress, so that covers my acting. I have a Golden Globe for my writing ? sure would like to add an Oscar for that ? so obviously my writing has been taken seriously. But I'm still lacking recognition for my directing and leadership. But I'm not sure you can actually get an Oscar or a Golden Globe for being Best Studio Head.
$4.5 million dollars ? or roughly 1.8 million Rhy'Din gold ? has been entrusted to me to make something with. So far, I've managed to kick up a helluva lot of scandal and publicity, which unfortunately, can't be given back to my investors...except as an alternative to a sharp stick in the eye. The first film hasn't even begun shooting yet and already the script's been leaked and the casting ? which hasn't even been finalized, for Christ's sake! ? has been called into question. What if it flops? What if it's horrible? What if they come to me next year and demand their money? What if I don't have it? Hell, that's a lot of what ifs.
Maybe I should concentrate on happier, more pleasant things, like Ori. Yes, Ori is definitely a happier and more pleasant subject. I've never met anyone like him. He's so genuine. Real. He makes my head spin and my knees go weak every single time I see him. When it's unexpectedly in the halls at the office, I literally feel out of breath. I know that we agreed to keep things strictly professional when we're there, but anyone looking at my face when I see him has got to know how I feel about him. How much I'm into this guy.
Okay, enough of that. I'm going to make myself sick with all the sappiness.
Rhys. Now there's a confusing situation. He had a bit of the bad boy feel to him when we first met. Sorta like James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause. Now I think it's more like Rebel Without A Clue. No, that's mean, Lelah. He's just...confused. Conflicted. Obviously still in love and completely hung up on his ex. He doesn't know what he wants, not really. Or maybe it's more a case of knowing what he wants but being unable to have it because it's happily married to a freakin' hot Chinese guy.
Gideon? Oh, God. I can't even write his name without wanting to curl up and die of embarrassment. I can't believe I thought he was a demon or possessed or whatever. But everything Rhys said about demons fit him. He's scary, he's too cool, he's too suave, he's just...too. Now there's a real bad boy if I'm anyone to judge. I should keep my distance from him, and stop thinking up reasons to happen by the Inn to see if he's lurking there. I can't, though. He's like smack. Bad for me but impossible to resist.
Gotta run. Ori's here to show me his concepts for the opening scene. I wonder if I'll be able to sneak in a kiss or two before the meeting's over?