I am fabulous at many things:
- Bemoaning my fate,
- Being critical of my body, and
- Saying no.
If awards were given in any of these categories, I would be legendary. They would have to retire my jersey in a ceremony full of pomp, circumstance and red velvet cupcakes. Sadly, I have yet to be informed of any such plans to honor me (I’m staying by my phone just in case).
Despite possessing these and other rather impressive attributes, I do falter in one significant way: I am virtually incapable of asking for help. I don’t mean seeking emergency help—I’m pretty sure I would be able to dial 911 if the need arose (though I might write a “Pros and Cons” list if I was the one in need of rescue, as I nearly did here: http://katedating.blogspot.com/2008/02/caprice-crane-and-final-thoughts-on.html). No, my failing tends to be on a more day-to-day level.
I was in New York last week, meeting some very nice people and chatting about the future of higher education. The social hour turned toward what I was currently doing in Los Angeles—always a little awkward when the answer is “seriously assessing my ability to be homeless while trying to become a writer/producer.” So, maybe one of my other failings is excessive honesty. Anyway, a number of people gave me quite good suggestions about who to contact for advice, guidance, etc. And now the onus is on me to do reach out and touch someone (so to speak).
Which I will.
I just don’t know how to do it.
If you’ve ever read this blog before, you know I am terrible at networking. I’m abysmally bad at reaching out to strangers. While quite good at hiding in corners, I’m quite a bit less good at making an approach to someone I don’t know regardless of the situation. I feel like I’m intruding on their lives if they are strangers—they didn’t ask to have a random person knock on their virtual door. If I do know them, I feel like it’s an imposition on the acquaintanceship, or worse—that they would feel used and awkward from the approach. Naturally, my inclination is to do nothing in order to not seem too pushy, rude or desperate. Apparently, that approach is somewhat less successful, statistically speaking. So, over the next two months I need to get better at this—much better. I have no choice (I mean, because I enjoy meeting new people).
I am looking for an agent. I want to write across platforms (novels, television, film, web series, and material for your cell phones). I will take nearly all advice about getting one (or two, as the literary side of things is separate). And when I say nearly, I mean anyone who suggests anything naked will actually be fined (no, seriously). Just in case you are thinking that a blog plea doesn’t count—I will be knocking on doors (so to speak). I will be emailing. I will be showing up with cupcakes, coffee or a bottle of pinot. People will be charmed despite their better instincts.