I was kicking myself last night because I just found out that an independent documentary is coming out in Spring 2014 about trichotillomania. I found out through out of my favourite vloggers, Beckie, who is featured in the film. I became a fan of Beckie after looking for trichotillomania resources and finding her YouTube channel. She’s plucky and adorable and has made me feel so much better about my trich.
So anyway, this movie: Trichster (pronounced ‘trickster.’ Trichotillomania is pronounced ‘trick-o-till-o-main-ee-uh’). I was too late to donate to the Kickstarter campaign, which was a bummer, but their page is still up and all kinds of awesome info about the film is there. They also have a beautiful and informative website. Check out the trailer:
As state above, I too have TTM, or “trich.” I’m better than I ever have been — my worst years were 19 to 21, the university years — and at the moment my worst issue is [the often co-morbid] dermotillomania. Trichotillomania involves picking and pulling at hair, and dermotillomania is scratching or picking at skin, just like the name suggests. I do not wear a wig or hairpiece; my case has never been that severe.
So, yeah — that’s why I’m excited about this movie. And now we know each other a whole lot better.
I’ve had a run of amazing writing days this week. Normally I can eek out two or three in a row before I start to lose confidence in whatever I’ve just produced, and end up writing myself in circles. Five days and seven thousand words of useable material = one very good streak.
Doing the August Break has also helped me in unexpected ways. It’s a visual project that revolves around photography prompts, and it’s a great way to get myself out of my head and think about things beyond the frame of words and prose. I’d recommend it to other regular writers — seriously, it’s gold.
Totally random factoid I’d like to share: someone found my site recently by searching ‘wake by abria mattina movie.’ Whoever you are, you have way too much faith in the awesomeness of my book and my industry connections, but I am nonetheless flattered.
Second random factoid: when I try to imagine Wake as a movie, I don’t imagine it as a silver screen, Hollywood experience. I imagine it airing on CityTV at four in the morning like other D-list movies, and the censors going to such lengths to cover up all the foul language that is sure to clot up every other sentence. And they’d cut out a few really important scenes in order to make it fit an acceptable run time with commercial breaks, so the movie wouldn’t make sense anymore. And I’d get an email from the one guy who watched it at four AM, complaining that it made no sense and the dubbing was terrible. I have such ambition, don’t I? Relish it.