Because I promised you I would, Jackface.
My brother sharpened the knife that day and, in using it, I cut myself twice. But made a pretty successful Caesar Salad.
So this mostly serves as an outlet for my own excitement in which I go on and on about myself and everyone gets bored and stabs themselves.
My first time on set last Sunday was really odd - very cool, but also really dull. Watching lighting directors run about changing and moving and rearranging the gels on light sources gets old really quick. But still, seeing actors saying my lines was pretty awesome.
The director wants to develop a feature film with me - which is pretty epic because I share this one with other writers who made other sections, which fit together to make one big film. If we ever get round to doing this, it will be alllllllll mine. They think I'm really good. And that's always nice.
I'm also developing something else with another person in the industry who is yet to find out I am eighteen, but came close when he phoned my house to chat about story arcs and character outlines - and my mum picked up the phone.
Wondering how I got to a stage where, within a year, I've suddenly gone from doing absolutely nothing as far as writing is concerned to being stuck into three different projects. It's pretty epic.
[mood |
hurt ]
[music | Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Strange Form Of Life] ~ And the softest lips ever / Twenty-five years of waiting to kiss them