Good Morning (Sunshine)

The first short film I did took about two years to complete. This one took about six weeks because I was working on it whenever I had time. When you have no money to shoot a film, even a short one, you have to try to improvise as much as you can. I’m working on feature-length screenplays right now, and because I want to learn how to work with actors and direct, I wanted to make as much as I could.

• • •

A freelancer’s journey, part 2: resources to help you stay organized

Most people think you need to hoard industry secrets in order to hit it big. But I believe in giving, just not too much. I’m sharing my journey to becoming a freelance writer in a multi-part series. This series will continue to grow as I continue to make mistakes grow as a writer and person. If you’re a budding freelance writer, I hope this series is of help to you. Now go toast to your dreams with that bottle of wine you’ve just bought with the change you just found under your sofa!

• • •

The Story of Jenny

As a kid my mother tried not to let me dwell on my race or immigration status. That I’d go to college and get a job that would pay decently was never in question. When people wanted to talk to her about miserable it could be to live in the United States without papers, she also tried to focus on the awkwardness of having less than perfect English.

• • •

A freelancer’s journey, part 1

Most people think you need to hoard industry secrets in order to hit it big. But I believe in giving, just not too much. I’m sharing my journey to becoming a freelance writer in a multi-part series. This series will continue to grow as I continue to make mistakes grow as a writer and person. If you’re a budding freelance writer, I hope this series is of help to you. Now go toast to your dreams with that bottle of wine you’ve just bought with the change you just found under your sofa!

• • •

The Shoebox

When I was a kid I would watch my relatives go to El Salvador and leave my mother and I behind. She and I would write letters to our family and my aunt and cousin would take them to the rest of our family. Usually I didn’t know what to say. In many cases I only knew who I was addressing through my mother’s stories because I couldn’t remember the sound of anyone’s voice. I couldn’t tell my relatives apart in pictures without my mother’s help.

• • •