My process is pretty loose and since this is a blog, let’s show you all what those look like too. Here are all the initial sketches before cleaning and applying color. 
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I figured sharing some pitch content might be a cool thing to do so here we go. 

I first started pitching while working at Nickelodeon. Back then they offered classes to help enrich everyone working there and give us opportunities to learn new things. There was a development 101 class that peaked my interest. I attended, took notes, and developed and pitched my first pitch. It immediately felt like this was something I was meant to do. 

I had actually been clued into development before, except I was so uninformed that I had no idea that this is what they were talking about. Another story from the way back when…
I was fresh out of college and attending CTN to network and hopefully find work like we all did in the early 2010’s. I had applied to meet with recruiters at Nickelodeon. To my surprise, I was selected to meet for a portfolio review with their development team. I had absolutely no idea what that meant but I figured any meeting is a good one. I met with Phil Rynda (which I have another embarrassing story to tell sometimes about how I have met him a couple times…) I talked to him only about looking for storyboarding work. I had a one track mind and didn’t see anything else as an option. I remember he made some nice comments about comics I had made and he told me that was why he wanted to meet: because he thought I could be a good candidate to pitch shows. I looked at him like a deer in headlights. I wish I could go back in time and tell past me to get it together. He noticed I had no idea what pitching and development was, so he proceeded to bring out a sample pitch document and give me his usual presentation of what they look for in a pitch saying, “Well this is what I usually go over with people who are interested in development but I don’t know if you are interested.” The document was a paper packet of a sample pitch they had created featuring Square and Triangle. I still have the paper somewhere. I figured I’d keep it because someone important gave it to me. But it really didn’t click in my mind what that whole meeting was about until I took the pitching class at Nickelodeon.

I have been lucky to have continued pitching for a few years during the content boom. Every pitch was nerve wracking but also exciting. Meeting new people and sharing with everyone my ideas and more importantly the why behind everything I make. I’m constantly inspired by everyday life and family and I pour all of my experiences into the stories I create. 

This pitch presentation I’m going to share is one I created while taking a writing class with Patricia Valetto. I came up with the original concept, bible and script. This is the exact presentation I used to pitch this Adult 2d animated comedy. There are no words because I spoke them all on the pitch! I wanted to stay interactive with the team I was pitching to and not be stuck reading slides. This pitch is called “Dinkle Grove” If it looks interesting and you’d like to hear the full pitch, let me know!

Also I’ve blocked out a few things that are best reserved for a pitch.

I want to end this with some sort of creative, funny riff… but I got nothing. Enjoy the images.

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Yes I used a wide lens on purpose because I kind of like the distorted view. It feels more illustrative/animated to me, like incorporating my storyboarding techniques in using composition and lines to help with the storytelling and feeling of shot. That's my justification for a critique no one gave me but I'm assuming I'm getting because I'm newer at photography so someone's gotta mansplain something to me right?

I don't know why I default to assuming someone being critical of my work. Must be the industry training. 

​-Katya Bowser

Starting after the summer of 9th grade, I started to work for our church’s summer day camp programs for kids as a camp counselor. Adventures from there can be a story for another time. I continued to work in the camp every summer throughout highschool and every year I had a plan for what I would do with my money. I would collect as much research as I could to make sure that I was getting the best of the best for what I could afford. I made a plan of how much to set aside from each paycheck to afford this item by the end of the summer. 

Every year I bought… A digital camera. 

This was the era before iPhones so buying a digital camera was the only way to get good pictures. (I remember the year that iphones came out I did try to budget and see if it would be affordable on my camp counselor salary of $7.15 an hour, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen.) 

As you might be catching on now, I was a kid of many interests and continue to be an adult of many interests. I loved to take pictures…. of my dog Mushu. He was a perfect model that I trained to stay still on command until I gave him treats. He was my baby Mushu, mutsy-wusty- mumuuuu.. Etc. 

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I also took pictures of my friends and any fun activities. But let’s be real, I loved my dog more than anything. 

So here I am, taking pictures again. It’s fun. It’s fun. It’ssss funnnn… 

No but really I do enjoy it! I mainly took it back up because I saw the costs of headshot sessions and decided I could just do it myself. The headshots are for my daughter because she wants to be a star! One of her goals is to get an agent and start doing dance and/or commercial work.

I bought a Canon 7D off of Facebook for a good deal and a nice 85mm lens as well off of facebook. And look I take pictures of...

My pets! Also my kids too. I don’t know who gave them permission to be this cute and photogenic. 

Enjoy some pics. I will keep posting with more as I get them!

-Katya

I’m a Dance Mom. I help with costumes, make props, take my daughter to dance almost every day, attend competitions and conventions. I do makeup, hair, and I spend so much money on it all.

So much money. Like…

It's a lot.

It’s probably what I’m most worried about being unemployed for the first time in like a decade. I gotta make enough money to keep my daughter in dance. 

In another life, I may have been a dancer myself. I started at age 2 and stopped at about age 6. I LOVED to dance. I still remember exactly which gas station the dance studio was right next to. I remember my teacher’s name (Mrs. Debbie) and I’m prettyyyy sure it was called “Dimensions in Dance” or “Dance Dimensions”. 

Before I started dance classes, I danced at home. I also drew all the time, sang, played with dolls etc. like most kids do. To me, dance was more than something every kid does. Dance is cultural. If I wasn’t dancing in the living to my dad playing Willie Colon, Eddie Palmieri, Hector Lavoe, (Puerto Rican Salsa and Latin Jazz artists) I was joining in dancing at family Christmas parties, birthday parties, weddings… you get the idea. Music and Dancing are inherently intertwined in my cultural identity as a Puerto Rican. It’s no wonder I took to dancing well and became obsessed. 

When I was in 1st grade, my mom made the choice to pursue her masters. We had to live in family housing at the college during the week in a different city about 1.5 hours away from our home. On the weekends we’d go back to our “home home”. Confusing right? We had two homes. An apartment on campus, and a single family home where we normally lived. This meant that I couldn't attend dance classes during the week. The studio owner tried a work around by having me come to classes on Saturdays. We had to come back to our “home home” late Friday nights to make it in time for me to go to dance class on Saturday mornings. 

It didn’t last long. I was doing really well and the teacher wanted me to come in more often to prepare me to join the competition team. Kinda hard to do that when you are 1.5 hours away during the week. 

Next thing I know, I wasn't going to dance classes anymore. I asked my parents over and over why I couldn't go but they never gave me a straight answer. I begged them to put me back into dance classes. Every time I spotted a dance studio I would point it out and ask if I could go there. They still didn't say much.

Eventually I gave up asking. I still loved to dance though. There was no escaping its influence in my life. Soooo….

Dancing alone in my bedroom, boombox blasting, with a lively audience of plushies was just going to have to do. 

Dance remained an interest of mine. I’d try to copy moves I saw in music videos. Obsessed over movies like “Step Up” and “You got Served”. I was a diligent fan of So You Think You Can Dance. As my art passions blossomed, I found it was also fun to draw dancers. 

Watching and “arting” dance helped fill that void because as it turned out, I REALLY don’t like to perform. I hate anything that allows me to be perceived. I began playing piano in middle school, because, of course, I have many interests and I learn things pretty quickly. I loved to play and let loose, getting into the mood with the music. But when it came to do that on stage?? I choked. I would mess up, I would forget my music (because you typically memorize the music you play in a recital). I would get what I would call the “Nervous Poos”. Every. Single. Time. I always felt really vulnerable performing, like too much of myself was out there for everyone to see. Now if I was acting in a church play, that was no problem at all. I was playing a role so I wasn't myself on stage. No one has to perceive the real me (I was so moody). Maybe it was for the better that I never became a “real” dancer. I did do dance recitals, but I don’t remember having that same performance anxiety I do now. 

As an adult, I found out the reason why my parents never put me back in dance: It was too much money. I learned that my parents had to ask my family for help in order to send me to dance in the first place. (I’m forever grateful to this particular family member who was secretly supporting every artistic endeavor of mine, including helping me get my first nice pencil set and sketchbook.)

It sucks to know that something like money is the reason I couldn’t keep pursuing what I really enjoyed (and I don’t blame my parents at all. They did what they had to do). I want to be able to change that for my kids. I want them to have access to pursue and learn whatever they love. 

It wasn't a surprise that my daughter gravitated towards dance. It's in her blood, her culture, her home. I have videos of her dancing every time she heard music as a toddler. It seemed logical to put her in a dance class at 2.5 years old. When she came out of her first recital she was beaming. I asked her if she wanted to take class again and she enthusiastically agreed. She kept agreeing to do it again year after year. Now I have a 9 year old competitive dancer with dreams of becoming a professional dancer, a biologist, a dance teacher, and an artist… No one is telling that girl she can only do one thing. (Girl after my own heart. I don’t want to get stuck doing one thing either. Long live doing all the things)

I started to take dance classes myself at the same dance studio my daughter goes to just for fun. Then I got pregnant with my second daughter and kept dancing through the pregnancy. That girl basically came out of the womb dancing. I may very well have two dancers in this family. 

Double the dance money.

I ain’t got no job, but my man has 2 jobs (actually he has like 10 but I love the chaotic mom from “Everybody hates Chris”)

Dance is beautiful. It’s art. I’m glad my kids enjoy it all on their own. I’m glad I can enjoy watching it and continuing to make art about it. (I have a few dance sketches on my instagram. There is a lot of dance art living rent free in my mind. Someone make it all come out. I need to occupy that space with paying renters.)

But, woof, I need more money. I understand my parents. My wallet understands. 

Where’s the creativity in this post? Maybe it's the look into my life. A little story time. Or maybe there is humor in the desperation of needing work just to fuel my family’s dance habit. 

Where’s my reality show on TLC? 
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Dance Woes. Follow this mom as she tries a new job every week to earn money for her daughters’ dance classes.

Episode 1: Busking for Bucks.
Dance Mom Katya tries to reignite her dance dreams by performing in the streets. Things go awry once she realizes she has been perceived. 

-Katya
(Video is me and Dance Teacher Ali. She's cool.)

Riding the momentum of having done something I can now propel myself into the task I really wanted to do. My thousands of emails serve a very important purpose. They are a problem for “later me” to accomplish.

​Today is “later me”. I’ve been unemployed since being laid off in October of 2024. I have a full life keeping up with kids, our home, pets, friends, family, and still I find myself looking for more to do. I like doing things. I crave stimulation. In the whirlwind of life and work, I find myself looking for direction. What am I working towards? What do I want to do?  ​