In response to recent comments: I am alive. The film is alive. Thank you for asking!
This blog, however, is pretty much dead. I don't enjoy blogging, it turns out. I sound like a putz. I over-share. It's gruesome. And more importantly it's unfair to disseminate countless updates on minutia when things are often delayed or don't pan out - or when the finish line remains frustratingly distant. I've adopted a policy of sparing everyone's inboxes while I find the way forward. Because really, those of you kind enough and interested enough to ask want a movie, not a blog.
But here you go:
I'm in Los Angeles now, and the experience is far more isolated and alienating than I had anticipated, and also far more expensive (getting out here, living, working on the film, etc.). But that's manageable - it's ok. Over the past month I've warmed to it a bit more and gotten into more of a rhythm.
My time is split among (1) reviewing footage and taking tons of notes, (2) writing and rewriting, engaging in the digital equivalent of tearing paper out of the typewriter, crushing it up in disgust and tossing it at the wastepaper basket, (3) assembling the strongest stuff in FCP, (4) talking to the cats, (5) questioning why I moved here (6) freelance writing, (7) drinking coffee, and (8) running. Then, ultimately, (9) feeling better and (10) going back to it.
The work is difficult -- and I am my biggest obstacle.
Apologies for the silence at this site. Once all of this slogging assembly and narrative re-thinking begins to falling into place, I will certainly make it known. I'll post something.
For now, I am in the Unibomber's hut, growing a beard, sorting it out.
If any professional FCP editor wants to edit side-by-side with me or produce, or co-produce or help me smash it apart, please feel free to contact me. You will be paid nothing, of course. And there will be cats.
Butler
This blog, however, is pretty much dead. I don't enjoy blogging, it turns out. I sound like a putz. I over-share. It's gruesome. And more importantly it's unfair to disseminate countless updates on minutia when things are often delayed or don't pan out - or when the finish line remains frustratingly distant. I've adopted a policy of sparing everyone's inboxes while I find the way forward. Because really, those of you kind enough and interested enough to ask want a movie, not a blog.
But here you go:
I'm in Los Angeles now, and the experience is far more isolated and alienating than I had anticipated, and also far more expensive (getting out here, living, working on the film, etc.). But that's manageable - it's ok. Over the past month I've warmed to it a bit more and gotten into more of a rhythm.
My time is split among (1) reviewing footage and taking tons of notes, (2) writing and rewriting, engaging in the digital equivalent of tearing paper out of the typewriter, crushing it up in disgust and tossing it at the wastepaper basket, (3) assembling the strongest stuff in FCP, (4) talking to the cats, (5) questioning why I moved here (6) freelance writing, (7) drinking coffee, and (8) running. Then, ultimately, (9) feeling better and (10) going back to it.
The work is difficult -- and I am my biggest obstacle.
Apologies for the silence at this site. Once all of this slogging assembly and narrative re-thinking begins to falling into place, I will certainly make it known. I'll post something.
For now, I am in the Unibomber's hut, growing a beard, sorting it out.
If any professional FCP editor wants to edit side-by-side with me or produce, or co-produce or help me smash it apart, please feel free to contact me. You will be paid nothing, of course. And there will be cats.
Butler
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