For Asexual Awareness Week 2011, I joined the planning committee (more on that in an article to be published this week on the blog LGBTPOV.) All the members had their own projects, and I decided that I wanted to give people in the community the chance to answer questions that no one was really asking. Given that we are often overlooked, ignored, or invisible, I wanted to offer the wider world an opportunity to hear from real, live asexuals, in their own voices.
So I’m writing a memoir about asexuality, and I’ve spent a lot of time revisiting years that I’ve repressed very well – too well, it turns out. A lot of my high school years are gone. Just gone, which, as a writer of creative non-fiction, is really frustrating.
Probably because my brain never shuts down, my dreams are usually very detailed and insanely complicated, like any given episode of Moffat-era Doctor Who. A few nights ago, for example, I found myself in some gypsy woman’s RV taking part in a ritual to say goodbye to an old (but still very much alive) friend.
It’s incredibly easy to become frustrated, even disillusioned, with the life of a creative type. I do all the time. It frequently – for lack of a better word – sucks. Oh, sure, there’s the glamour of alcoholism and starvation to fall back on, but it’s really hard to be a starving artist when there are Hot Pockets in the freezer. (I suppose one solution would be to stop buying Hot Pockets, but I for one don’t want to live in a world without portable calzones.)
Now Goodnight Burbank, the show that takes a look behind the scenes of a low-budget local news station, is a half-hour star-studded production distributed on Hulu. Creator and star Hayden Black was good enough to take a few minutes out of plotting world domination to answer a few questions I had about the show and riding the wave of success.