My beautiful, funny, talented and weird friend Kelly Fremon is listed by Variety as one of the "10 Screenwriters to Watch" for her independent screenplay "Ticket To Ride" (to star Alexis Bledel, Carol Burnett, other awesome people) and is remaking the French film "Intimate Strangers" with Hillary Swank.
Kelly has been inspired by me to create her own food blog: Food Coma, LA. Check it out! It is, like her, wonderful and weird and hilarious.
We met each other in the two-year Humanities Honors program at UC Irvine, and were both pfouffy English majors who had to figure out what to do with our humanities degrees (although we also doubled in a social science). I went to law school and decided to become a law professor. She moved to Los Angeles to pursuse her dream of being a screenwriter. She started working at Fox writing promotional copy for DVD releases, wrote her own screenplay at night after work, and sold it to Warner Bros within a year and is now re-writing two other movies (well, currently she's on strike, as she's no scab).
To my knowledge, she is the only person I know who pursued her dream in Los Angeles and actually achieved it. Go to any coffee shop in Los Angeles and throw a rock, and chances are it'll hit a failed screenwriter, half of whom have pricey MFAs. She is utterly awesome, has the coolest job in the world, and for some reason thinks I am awesome and what I do is interesting. She is also drop dead gorgeous and insanely goofy, and thus has that bewitching combination of being utterly sweet and non-egotistical and really weird. She met her boyfriend at a pretentious Los Angeles wrap party for "24" by meeting him in the middle of the dance floor getting her groove on to "Billy Jean." 'Nuff said.
There is nothing I miss more than hanging out with her and her Dude eating stuff and watching The Office (UK edition). I miss the days when I used to come over from a long day of law school and bake banana bread and awesome pie and eat her chicken in madeira sauce and avoid her weird strumpety neighbor and get freaked out by her boyfriend's ghost stories. Now we live too far apart for me to do any of that, but our food blogs will be the umbilical cords between our well-fed bellies.