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The fates are trying to tell me something. There are increasingly more and more 1920's references being thrown in my face each day, spurning me on to finish my first draft of Loads of Dames, and move ahead with more than just the few storyboards I currently have. As if last night's sudden casual discovery of 2 1/2 hrs more period music wasn't enough (just lying there on the couch) following the many nudges I've received this past month, this morning I open my paper to see that Cabaret will be performed next Monday night here on campus from 10-midnight. This ad is situated right next to a film advertisement, appropriately designed to lead my eye.
The time is ripe. But its not like I've delayed any longer than I could have; All these things fall into place like little jigsaw puzzles, and the way they begin to fall amazes me to no end. Sure it may all take longer than I want it to, but they happen when the time is right, not when I decree it. So long as I spend at least a half hour per day average finishing the editing of Midlife, I'll be in good shape otherwise.
I still haven't heard back from Shawnee re: my documentary. I'll send an e-mail to his assistant just now. If he can't do the premiere like we discussed back in the day, then I'm left to planning it myself. But that's a sign isn't it? Perhaps I'm not supposed to have a premiere in the scope I was anticipating. Because most festivals won't touch a film that's had a premiere screening somewhere, maybe its for the best if he doesn't bite. Then I can rest assured that it will be in good hands as a festival entry. I need to kick myself harder about getting it into the PBS office. A year ago this very month I anticipated it would be there. However, there was still a lot of work left to do at that time I was not seeing. There's no reason at all why I can't slap some end credits on there and get it off to the main office by the end of next week.
In the meantime, it's imperative to polish off that first draft. I read an awesome interview with Larry McMurtry (Brokeback Mountain, Lonesome Dove) two afternoons ago about his writing method: For screenplays he writes no more than five pages per day, even when he's on a super writing streak. He explains that if you follow the impulse to write more than five pages, you'll burn yourself out without knowing it, and be unable to write quite as much later. If you limit yourself, then those short little bursts will be much more productive in the long-run.
I'm sick of working Monday and Wednesday evenings. I dread doing that tonight. It always guarantees me a three-day weekend, but the 13 hour work days just don't quite make it worth it, since I usually spend that Friday doing catch-up chores at home.
It's 8:25 AM and I'm still craving the Italian Sausage with Pasta and Pepperoni lunch I brought to work yesterday but did not eat. 3 1/2 hrs. to go! I really want to pop some old Max Fleischer cartoons into the DVD player right now. Their primal hokum could shake me up even more towards finishing that draft. Can I ever imagine them unspooling in all their glory again without being accompanied by the White Zombie big band song of 1932? Looking forward to the 23rd to see the next Unseen Cinema entry, Moloch, by Aleksandr Sokurov!
The time is ripe. But its not like I've delayed any longer than I could have; All these things fall into place like little jigsaw puzzles, and the way they begin to fall amazes me to no end. Sure it may all take longer than I want it to, but they happen when the time is right, not when I decree it. So long as I spend at least a half hour per day average finishing the editing of Midlife, I'll be in good shape otherwise.
I still haven't heard back from Shawnee re: my documentary. I'll send an e-mail to his assistant just now. If he can't do the premiere like we discussed back in the day, then I'm left to planning it myself. But that's a sign isn't it? Perhaps I'm not supposed to have a premiere in the scope I was anticipating. Because most festivals won't touch a film that's had a premiere screening somewhere, maybe its for the best if he doesn't bite. Then I can rest assured that it will be in good hands as a festival entry. I need to kick myself harder about getting it into the PBS office. A year ago this very month I anticipated it would be there. However, there was still a lot of work left to do at that time I was not seeing. There's no reason at all why I can't slap some end credits on there and get it off to the main office by the end of next week.
In the meantime, it's imperative to polish off that first draft. I read an awesome interview with Larry McMurtry (Brokeback Mountain, Lonesome Dove) two afternoons ago about his writing method: For screenplays he writes no more than five pages per day, even when he's on a super writing streak. He explains that if you follow the impulse to write more than five pages, you'll burn yourself out without knowing it, and be unable to write quite as much later. If you limit yourself, then those short little bursts will be much more productive in the long-run.
I'm sick of working Monday and Wednesday evenings. I dread doing that tonight. It always guarantees me a three-day weekend, but the 13 hour work days just don't quite make it worth it, since I usually spend that Friday doing catch-up chores at home.
It's 8:25 AM and I'm still craving the Italian Sausage with Pasta and Pepperoni lunch I brought to work yesterday but did not eat. 3 1/2 hrs. to go! I really want to pop some old Max Fleischer cartoons into the DVD player right now. Their primal hokum could shake me up even more towards finishing that draft. Can I ever imagine them unspooling in all their glory again without being accompanied by the White Zombie big band song of 1932? Looking forward to the 23rd to see the next Unseen Cinema entry, Moloch, by Aleksandr Sokurov!