kaet@rachacha.com
June 3, 2007

When living in Rochester, the only comedy show I'd attend was the Comedy Block Party on Wednesdays. This woman, whose name I've forgotten, begged the person running it (my boyfriend at the time) to have her feature one night, so she could record an audition for other clubs. She would supply the audience, so naturally this was not a big deal to him. I watched this woman (as I do with most people) as she "candidly" posed for her photographer in her very uncoordinated outfit. She was attempting to network herself and I admired her effort but felt like she was going about it in the wrong way, for self promotion doe not lie in leopard print stiletto heels and a too tiny dress.

I've mentioned several times, in the past year, how I'm consumed by my own writing and creative endeavors (if not myself). Everyday I feel like I'm constantly playing the "how do I become famous today?" game. Imagining winning that Oscar, "this is for all the poor little irish-italian-catholic-kinda jewy girls with a dream!" I wail as I clutch the little gold man. Every creative decision deliberate as I find better ways to get noticed: polaroids being a good example; they are simple, easy to use and people love them. Writing about my life, developing silly web videos, and taking pictures are all apart of my scheme, as well. I want to be a writer, specifically a playwright or a screenwriter.

The logic is, if I get people noticing the small stuff, they'll maybe take interest in the larger stuff. In journalism, they call it a lede, the preview, the first sentence, the taste of the Kaet (whoa whoa back up partner, not Oscar time yet). In theory, one third of what I write here are film treatments, and the rest are insights and observations (as dumb as they may be at the time) of my life. The creative stuff is just my portfolio, I also use my education as an underpaid, overworked theatre marketing apprentice to market the product which has become: Kaet. If you didn't realize, which most people really don't, my name is Kaetlin, Kaet is a nickname and has evolved into something that could be and is easily marketed.

Zines, hanging up blown out polaroids with my information in bars, art shows, open mic tours, taking polaroids of famous people, making friends with the right people (and some not), everything and I mean everything I try to do is for writing, which oddly enough, I barely have enough energy to do anymore (third cup of coffee today, as I write this). I'm my own publicist from dropping my name to Page Six to handing my head-shot to directors, there isn't anyone in NY who've I'm met who I haven't casually told that I'm a writer.

How did I think this woman at the Comedy Block party was going wrong? Well, definitely not in ambition, but to be honest, I had never heard of her until this night, and Rochester is a pretty small town, even for comedy. In performance related professions the idea is to be seen seen seen, and that wasn't happening with her. Fortunately for myself, I only demand to be heard, it's easier to do but harder to find people who actually want to listen. But I love it, even if I'm exhausted, and wouldn't change anything.