14 yrs ago I drove across the country to start life in LA . 2 apartments, 1 house, 3 dogs, 4 guys I cared about, a million that I didn’t. placed in a dozen festivals, on my 3rd manager, 1st agent, 2 freelance episodes under my belt. 14 of the most formative yrs of my life.
Please stop allowing a bunch of male writers to circle jerk on young actresses and pretend they’re creating art. This male gaze bullshit masquerading as some fresh take on the abuse of women is abuse in itself.
I think the biggest flaw in television is it makes you believe people get home from work & do things. Like on a Tuesday after work you’d just hang out with friends. In what fucked up world does that exist? After work you take off your bra & it’s suddenly 10pm. We all know that.
I love in movies where a guy gifts a woman a dress to wear that night. Can you imagine what a shitshow that would actually be? You know you won’t have the right shoes, it’s not gonna actually fit, just a disaster from the get go.
Okay. Just hear me out. Put commercials back in. Bring dvd’s back with extras you can’t stream. Make tv profitable again so we can make tv. And whoever is yelling at me in the comments that I’m wrong… cool.
Today was the longest day ever. But it ended at Paramount as we cast my first ever episode of television. That was an experience I’ll never forget. Ever.
I love people bitching that writers are having “fun” picketing. Bitch did you think the most creative people out there would just walk in circles miserably? Of course there would be themes! Of course there would be songs, chants, and witty signs. It’s what we do!
The hottest LA club is: STRIKE. This club has everything; writers sunburnt by the light of day, distant bathrooms, off site parking where you’ll definitely be ticketed, and a deadline reporter masquerading as WGA who’ll swear we snacked on caviar & the soul of a makeup artist
@hellolanemoore
Ahh neurodivergent meals are my favorite!! I did spicy roasted eggplant for about 6 months. Right now I’m in a weird nothing sounds good mode.
I came here 10 yrs ago an unemployed single writer fighting to break in. And I’m so proud to say, as I stand on the deck and feel the breeze of this ship sinking, that I’m going under as an unemployed single writer fighting to break in. What a difference a decade can make.
Right around this time 10 years ago I was fired from selling porn and sex toys. Today I’m on set for an episode of tv I wrote. Dream big kids. Dream big.
Listen, I get it. We need to explain why we deserve fair pay. But also… why the fuck does a writer need to explain this? That movie you’ve quoted for decades? Someone wrote that. The characters you adore? Someone created them. They should be paid and paid well.
I ended a pilot with the words “moan to black” and I’ll never not be proud of that. FOR HER PLEASURE will be a show, you guys. A sex positive, female driven, breathy and wickedly dark dramedy. And it will be a VIBE. Mark my words. A fucking VIBE.
When the strike ends I need someone to hire me. I’ve been unemployed since July. July of 2022. I’m terrible at most aspects of life, but I can write my fucking ass off. Hire me. Buy my work. Pay me. Help an aged out of her prime, really needs insurance, little monster out.
There is a line in the cyrano trailer where Peter Dinklage says something like “I will make you romantic and you’ll make me handsome” and… I mean, Dinklage is handsome as fuck. The moment I saw him in the station agent I was hooked. In what world is he not hot?
I got super sad tonight. The whole why did I waste my 30s doing nothing but writing for an industry that’s closed every fucking door. Throw me your weighted blankets in the form of episodes of tv. And if (when) I don’t respond please know I appreciate it so much.
Pete Davidson is funny, kind, vulnerable, supportive, not scared of powerful women, and is supposedly hung. But men are still confused at the attraction?
I’ve written to Friends for 20 straight years. I don’t know why. It just happened then never stopped. Every single day I write, it’s to that show. He’s been a voice in the background of most days of my adult life. I’ll never get to thank him. But damn am I thankful.
A while ago I was seeing this guy and he got a job installing light installations at burning man. We were so sad to be apart. He was there 48 hours when he texted that he had done a bunch of drugs & fell in love & had to end it with me. I really hope he went back this year.
Finished the rough of the most personal script I’ve ever written. And I truly can’t stop crying. So I’ve decided to lean in into it. Cry it out. While scribbling out the new idea I’ve been fighting all day.
It just hit me that my draft goes out Monday and we start shooting my episode on the 30th. it took a million tries to get here and it’s finally happening. I’m so excited and thankful and ready. So very ready. It’s finally happening.
Can you imagine? All the hard work, the collaboration & collaborators. A moment. A memory. A fucking SHOW. All just poof. Gone. Like it never existed. Like it never mattered. I hope those creators know, they fucking matter. This is some rancid bullshit. Art shouldn’t vanish.
Well folks, I’m looking for representation!! I’ve semifinaled in the Nicholl twice, wrote and directed a short that’s on amazon, have WA experience and just had my 1st freelance episode air! I’ve got sample drama and comedy pilots. Who wants some quarantine reading???
WGA orientation was tonight and it hit me… it actually happened. Dreamt of this for as long as I can remember. Making sure to sit in this grateful moment, sop it up, then write my ass off.
Nobody has ever embraced, embodied, and elevated a city the way Jason Kelce does Philly. I hope it isn’t. But if this is it for him, I’m forever grateful. We all are.
These horny picket line posts… Am I the only writer who avoids dating writers? Bring out the IATSE boys. The quiet creative ones who work with their hands…
In seven days my first episode of television will air. It was definitely nothing like I’d imagined, the best learning experience I could have asked for and a moment in my life I will never forget.
I rarely feel good about myself. I rarely promote myself. But I put everything I am into my pilot FOR HER PLEASURE and I’m just gonna say it now, one day you’ll be watching it. Mark my dirty little heartfelt words.
The amount of men, yup, ONLY men, that reached out to tell me how to write a warm scene, or explain how filming works is so sad.While I’m on set. Of an episode of tv that I wrote. And it’s not my 1st & it won’t be my last. But preach on, man with no experience. Teach me your ways
I lost followers for retweeting that we should ban viagra. Men are so fragile. Don’t worry, those who stayed! Once I weed out the weak members of the herd, that’s when I release the nudes.
In July a producer and I talked about my habit of drinking wine and shopping for sperm donors online (I’m 40, single, and would love a kid) I’m now on the 3rd act of the second draft of the feature we came up with. But the story gets weirder.
Someone said they were going to hire me for script consultation under one stipulation, that if I liked it I had to send it to my reps. This is the 2nd time a guy has done this. And here is the thing. Ive suggested people to reps. But not terrible people. Because
Nauseated by the virtual blow jobs ive witnessed over a random guy telling people not to celebrate their wins unless they’re big enough for him to deem successful. Listen folks, give your jaws a break. Im gonna celebrate every fucking inch. You should too while you’re down there.
People are always saying what a shitshow twitter is. But I’ve met some of my favorite humans here. Been to their weddings, held their babies, cried on their shoulders, hosted them, housed them under my roof. Twitter is what you make of it. I’ve made mine gold.
I’m a writer. I’ve been paid well for it. There is not a single day where I don’t get massive imposter syndrome. My first paycheck was cashed immediately so they couldn’t take it back. Not reaching for a pep talk. Just announcing my arrival at imposter syndrome anonymous.
Paid my WGA dues & now am broke AF so tossing my hat in the ring. I'm available to staff!!! Disabled/Bi chick, written 2 solo freelances as a WA, 4 years of room experience, live for messy family dynamics, dark humor, dark and dirty circumstances. Repped w/fun samples! Hit me up!
Nicholl folks- this is an exciting time. And I see managers and so on offering reads. Here is some absolutely unsolicited advice I wish someone had told me…you are allowed to be picky about who you work with. Take your time. Ask questions. Find who you vibe with.
I’m available for staffing! ADD/dyslexic (disabled) dramedy writer. That brilliant beautiful B in LGBTQIA. 2 freelance eps under my belt, 4yrs room experience, a plethora of batshit life experience. Always have a spare tampon. Kind, fun & a lover of problem solving.
Read a
@Katiew552
pilot last night.
One of the most unique pilots we’ve seen in...years? Maybe?
A grounded, unexplored premise, a character we’ve never seen on TV before... Checks off every box.
Impressive stuff.
We’d like to order 50 more writers like Katie please. Thanks.
Was asked by my cousin who is a nurse back east if I knew how to get the last couple episodes of
@BetterCallSaul
for a hospice patient who likely won’t make it until august 15th and has watched every episode w/his family.
Shooting my shot… My pilot FOR HER PLEASURE is a female driven dramedy about women taking ownership of their bodies, careers, & futures, based in the world of an early 2000s pyramid scheme selling sex toys. It’s a dark & dirty world w/a darling lead. Prodcos, where u at?
When I got my 1st ep of tv I bought a bed. Some folks gave me shit for being a rather small person and buying a king sized bed. I also spent a fortune on it. As I type this while starfishing on this massive fully mattress yacht I have to admit, best money I ever spent
It hit me that I’m getting another freelance episode. Been breaking it for a while but I forgot to allow myself to get excited. I swore I’d never take this for granted & I’d never forget to be thrilled. So for like 3 minutes I’m gonna geek out. Then I’ll get back to work.
Okay so what is it? I’m actually asking. Men who put “doesn’t take herself too seriously” in what they are looking for in a woman. What in the absolute fuck do you mean by that? And why do 80% have that on a profile?
@FeyHaeven
@BeccaBeckery
Im allergic to everything. I almost cried when she said call 911 even if the person tells you not to. If I say don’t call 911 I mean it. That would break me financially
@StrepGal
@slack2thefuture
@FDNY
Hey while you mean well and all, you’re giving people permission throughout this thread to use this footage of a woman who didn’t give you permission. A woman in the scariest moment of her life who also happens to be exposed. Maybe we show some grace here?
My last name just HAD to start with a W! Lol. It’s a long scroll but it’s worth it. Very thankful to have made this list with a script that means a lot to me.
Hi! Staff me! Neurodivergent bi writer!I’ve got 2 episodes under my belt, 4 yrs in a room, have done everything from sex toy salesman to nanny, east coast & west, high class and lowest a bar can go. I’ve got those layers that add to a story plus I always have mints and tampons.
Enough episodes to feel like we knew them, to settle into their world. Not rushed stories that all feel like endings in case they don’t get the chance to end.
Well folks. That’s a wrap. Could not be more thankful. This time on set was just lovely in every way, shape, and form. Hopefully it’s the second of many. Now to decompress, cry, and drink.
Emails have been sent between manager, agent, and myself. I have a team, you guys!!!! If you knew my love of sports you’d understand how geeked out I am to have a team of any kind. From here on out, I show up to every meeting in a uniform.
“The hottest club in Los Angeles is the WGA Picket Line! It's got everything... character actors, funny signs, and sunburnt writers wearing swag from the tv shows/movies they worked on!”
Shooting continues on my episode bright and early in the morning. Feeling thankful as hell. The joy I get from the community on set is indescribable. Being paid to do something you’ve wanted since you wrote your first script in middle school? That doesn’t suck either.
I spent a year working with wonderful humans on a pilot I’m so proud of, then a pitch I’m so proud of, to work with a prodco I’m so proud to have worked with, to pitch a streamer I was so privileged to pitch and they passed and it was painful as fuck.
I’m gonna go ahead and say it. I’m proud of what I was involved with this week. Watching actors I admire speak words i wrote? Surreal. Can’t wait for Monday. I mean, I can. I need sleep and booze. But yeah. I’m still looking forward to it none the less.
My dad, a lifelong New Yorker, is always wondering if he’ll see a celebrity when he comes to visit me in LA. Today, while I’m visiting him in the city, we walked right past Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson and he completely missed it.
Well folks, the alarm has finally chimed and it’s time to get up and go to set for day… 5? I think day 5 of shooting the episode I wrote. My last day is Thursday. My time on set has been fucking dreamy. I plan to savor every second.
Today I’m feeling incredibly grateful. It took two years for me to get a second freelance episode. The fear and anxiety that it wouldn’t happen again weighed heavily. So tonight I celebrate working with people that believed in me enough to fight for me to get this chance again.
Okay folks! I’m looking for reps!! I got my first freelance that aired in March, had a feature in the top 50 of the 2019 nicholl. Just polished a new comedy pilot and a drama pilot. Looking to team up with someone who wants to, ya know, build an empire and stuff.
I have a date tomorrow. He texted as I was heading out with my headphones in. I was saying goodbye to my dogs and all of a sudden I hear Siri go “you said ‘I love you, I love you, stay here, okay?’ send message?” And I have never screamed NO like that before.
We only have one more scene, you guys. It took me two years to get my second episode and now we only have one scene left and I AM FEELING ALL THE FEELS.
Nearly one year later and now this terrible night is an anecdote I tell while pitching a fucking tv show!!! And pitching to people I couldn’t have even imagined pitching to, laughing together at this moment. Now you tell me a better magic trick.
Last night I deleted the dating apps. Both cathartic and crushing. My hope is that life is long. My fear is that life is long. But I’m pretty sure I go it alone. Birthday is looming. Ticking clocks are loud these days. Maybe I fall in love w/the silence in the solitude. Maybe.
When I first got to film school I was the only girl in my class. None of the boys wanted to work with me because they said I’d probably make “a tampon commercial one day” well, joke is on them because I’m not nearly that successful.