I just wrote a letter to Cameron Crowe. I think he would be the perfect director/producer for my movie! Why not? I can dream.
I actually met him with his wife Nancy in Madrid at a little restaurant, when I was on my way to Morocco…alone! This was around eight years ago. I’m sure they don’t remember.
I sang in the streets, even in Morocco, where they were not used to seeing women do that sort of stuff.
I had an awesome shot of me jamming in the square in Marrakesh, next to a guy with a chicken on his head. I can’t find it, damn it!
The only good thing about that biatch, Superstorm Sandy, is that I can always use it as an excuse for my lack of organization.
So I actually wrote to the only email address I found on Cameron’s website.
What do you think the chances are that he will respond?! And do you think he will let me star in it?
I am seriously going for an Oscar next. (Maybe not best actress, but certainly best picture and original screenplay!)
This year has aged me. So, I will consider Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock to play me!
Feel free to have your people call my people. We can do lunch in L.A. next week when I am there to do the Los Angeles Times Book Fair. Booth 833! April 20 & 21st.
Mwuah, Mwuah, Mwuah! (That’s the sound of the chic fake three kisses on the cheeks that the French do!)