you make it all worthwhile
After yesterday's emotional shitfuck fest, I woke up feeling quite physically wretched -- but a positive double-screening of The Good Daughter at my professor's classes proved motivating and uplifting. The review board initially made me feel a lot of doubt about my film, but sitting through two more audiences helped shed the initial blow. I'm beginning to pick up things that most people like in general and problem areas that definitely need fixing. My professor also made a comment which I thought was especially poignant, which was along the lines of, "make your work the best that you can, don't settle." Jason has been saying the same thing, but I think I needed to hear it from someone else to not feel so unnecessarily burdened about the whole thing.
We went to see Up In The Air after dinner, which I enjoyed -- although I definitely left the theatre feeling unsettled. I've come to the point in my screenwriting training now where I can predict certain turns -- which feels sort of cool. Not that the whole construct of telling a story falls apart, but it's being able to notice the nuances, or why specific events are there. It's akin to using a chord progression or a specific rhythm, or choosing a specific pattern or brushstroke. I like being able to notice that stuff because it makes me feel as though I'm understanding the craft more.
I also started reading David Mamet again, and of course, reading his words reminded me of acting class and also reignited the old desire to go to New York. I don't know if New York is a pipe dream, but I do know I should figure out where my niche is, as a creative person. If not New York, then Vancouver and of course LA come up in conversation. And there's Asia, which at times, feels like a whole 'nother beast.
To be honest, I'm trying not to overthink it, because clearly I do that, anyway. What's been nice so far about today is that I woke up feeling, "alright, let's do something." It's so much better than feeling, "Now what?" For realz. Hands down.
We went to see Up In The Air after dinner, which I enjoyed -- although I definitely left the theatre feeling unsettled. I've come to the point in my screenwriting training now where I can predict certain turns -- which feels sort of cool. Not that the whole construct of telling a story falls apart, but it's being able to notice the nuances, or why specific events are there. It's akin to using a chord progression or a specific rhythm, or choosing a specific pattern or brushstroke. I like being able to notice that stuff because it makes me feel as though I'm understanding the craft more.
I also started reading David Mamet again, and of course, reading his words reminded me of acting class and also reignited the old desire to go to New York. I don't know if New York is a pipe dream, but I do know I should figure out where my niche is, as a creative person. If not New York, then Vancouver and of course LA come up in conversation. And there's Asia, which at times, feels like a whole 'nother beast.
To be honest, I'm trying not to overthink it, because clearly I do that, anyway. What's been nice so far about today is that I woke up feeling, "alright, let's do something." It's so much better than feeling, "Now what?" For realz. Hands down.