I don't intend this work to be cynical. I intend it to be hopeful. Not the Disney kind of hopeful, the real, authentic, bitter kind of hopeful, one that shows how frustrating making movies can be.

Sam Bennett was my response to millennial depictions of white women writers: they can't finish a draft and they don't know who they are. Sam is a mixed, second gen woman. She knows who she is. And that isn't enough.

But we always have someone rooting for us. And that is the most important thing.

Present stage of this work: Nearly final version