It's been ages...
I've really fallen off here... we're already in January. The New Year has begun. I'm batch digitizing a bunch of footage of my family - home (the ancestral home, I like to call it). Looking at old baby pictures and feeling incredibly self indulgent. Who the hell wants to look at baby pictures of me? They will, if I pick the right one and plunk it in at the right moment, you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll be happy I did this. It will be relevant, je promesse.
But in the meantime, I'm pacing, making hummus, and typing on the computer. Cameraman gears up to shoot in Memphis this Friday, and I'm making lots and lots of plans. The 24/7 boy will fly the coop for two months, and that may be a shock to the system. I'll be hopefully close with my rough cut and starting to interview editors to get my fundraising sample tape in order. This new round of interviews should be fun, as I'm much clearer on where I want to go with this project.
Am threatening to come to L.A. for a fundraising trip to, just have to locate WOMEN with MONEY. Otherwise, well, then, it's just a friendly trip to L.A. and I'll shake my tin cup and come back empty handed. Not so productive.
Well, my neighbor's yappy scrappy dog is at it again, and I'm thinking of flattening the little critter with my boots. Or maybe just a quick and stealthy hurl out of the window?
Apartment living...so, so fine.
But in the meantime, I'm pacing, making hummus, and typing on the computer. Cameraman gears up to shoot in Memphis this Friday, and I'm making lots and lots of plans. The 24/7 boy will fly the coop for two months, and that may be a shock to the system. I'll be hopefully close with my rough cut and starting to interview editors to get my fundraising sample tape in order. This new round of interviews should be fun, as I'm much clearer on where I want to go with this project.
Am threatening to come to L.A. for a fundraising trip to, just have to locate WOMEN with MONEY. Otherwise, well, then, it's just a friendly trip to L.A. and I'll shake my tin cup and come back empty handed. Not so productive.
Well, my neighbor's yappy scrappy dog is at it again, and I'm thinking of flattening the little critter with my boots. Or maybe just a quick and stealthy hurl out of the window?
Apartment living...so, so fine.
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