I was excited at the notion that a person who was connected to the late John Hughes reading my screenplay that is about John Hughes. But here is the thing about my screenplay: it sucks. It does. You are not required to be nice in the comments. Over the past five years, I have fallen… Continue reading Screenplays and Books and Wet Dreams
I've never met a person who doesn't like pizza. I know they are out there but I personally have not met anyone. Maybe because for the past 29 years, I have lived in the Chicago area which is loaded with pizza options so it doesn't give a person a chance not to like pizza.… Continue reading Tortilla Pizza – A Lot Sadder Than Regular Pizza But It’ll Do
Wanna hear something sad? Well sad for me, maybe not for you. I haven't written a post about John Hughes since last September. I know. Oh sure, I wrote about breaking and entering The Breakfast Club High School in April, I threw in the screenplay posts here and there, then I defended him against an article Molly Ringwald… Continue reading Remember When I Used to Write About John Hughes?
Scene Eighteen- Don't Let Them Call Me Carl The whole gang shows up to Channel 7 studios the next day for the interview and decided to wear coordinating outfits except for Valerie who wore her JOHN HUGHES LOVE CHILD tee-shirt and bright purple leggings with John Hughes heads all over them. Regina (looking Valerie… Continue reading Don’t You Forget About Me- Scene Eighteen: Don’t Let Them Call Me Carl
Last week, I did something completely out of character for me, thanks to my husband, the risk taker that he is. So, on the first day of my birthday week, last Monday, Mike and I took the day off to have a date day because he was departing the next day for a business trip… Continue reading I Got Inside The Breakfast Club High School and Lived to Tell
I made a tough decision earlier this week. Well tough for me, probably not so tough for most of you. I'm no longer sharing my screenplay to the blog. First, I want to clarify that I did not stop sharing because of an essay that Molly Ringwald wrote for The New Yorker. I've toyed with… Continue reading Screenplays Don’t Write Themselves