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Today was supposed to be the day for productivity. It wasn't perfect, but it was all right.
I actually did some editing (that is, I recut a whole scene, got an opinion, then put it back how it was) and I have now declared Open picture-locked. I met with Jon and we discussed what we want/need done when we go in for color timing (other than a general matching, not as much as I expected, actually, though definitely some work on some scenes). I gave him a DVD and tomorrow I'm making a phone call.
I broke down and for the nineteenth time rewrote the outline to the first vignette of One Day in the Future. Mr. Blank has been cut, put back, re-jobbed, un-rejobbed, and cut again. I think he may be gone for good. The protagonists's throughline has gone from love to lust to love again, and I think in the end he will be more selfish than in any previous draft. Mat's been a firefighter, a business tycoon, a desk jockey and almost the President. And now I think his job may not factor in at all. The problem is I have a concept and I have a couple of characters whose interactions matter, but how I frame the 10-12 page story keeps shifting radically, and it's really hard to get the thing to settle.
We all went on a big-ass grocery shopping trip for the family household. I bought food and hope to eat at home more. I made a sandwich tonight with meat, cheese and vegetables on bread! And I found that yes, putting just a tiny bit of sesame oil on the spinach was overpowering but no, it wasn't a bad idea; it was delicious.
And now, half a board game and a cocktail-and-a-half of whiskey later, I'm putting on Dušan Makavejev's Love Affair, or the Case of the Missing Switchboard Operator and retiring for the night, cursor-chasin', keyboard-sittin', preternaturally-adorable Spacecat in tow.
Tomorrow will be morning phone calls (ugh) and normal work. Will I write? God. I hope so.
I actually did some editing (that is, I recut a whole scene, got an opinion, then put it back how it was) and I have now declared Open picture-locked. I met with Jon and we discussed what we want/need done when we go in for color timing (other than a general matching, not as much as I expected, actually, though definitely some work on some scenes). I gave him a DVD and tomorrow I'm making a phone call.
I broke down and for the nineteenth time rewrote the outline to the first vignette of One Day in the Future. Mr. Blank has been cut, put back, re-jobbed, un-rejobbed, and cut again. I think he may be gone for good. The protagonists's throughline has gone from love to lust to love again, and I think in the end he will be more selfish than in any previous draft. Mat's been a firefighter, a business tycoon, a desk jockey and almost the President. And now I think his job may not factor in at all. The problem is I have a concept and I have a couple of characters whose interactions matter, but how I frame the 10-12 page story keeps shifting radically, and it's really hard to get the thing to settle.
We all went on a big-ass grocery shopping trip for the family household. I bought food and hope to eat at home more. I made a sandwich tonight with meat, cheese and vegetables on bread! And I found that yes, putting just a tiny bit of sesame oil on the spinach was overpowering but no, it wasn't a bad idea; it was delicious.
And now, half a board game and a cocktail-and-a-half of whiskey later, I'm putting on Dušan Makavejev's Love Affair, or the Case of the Missing Switchboard Operator and retiring for the night, cursor-chasin', keyboard-sittin', preternaturally-adorable Spacecat in tow.
Tomorrow will be morning phone calls (ugh) and normal work. Will I write? God. I hope so.