By now, you’ve figured out that I’m using lines by David Gilmour to title this series.
It’s because I didn’t know what else to do. And then I started titling as I listened…and it fit all together rather perfectly. Like it always does.
Yeah, she’s naked. But I think you might want to step carefully…
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I keep falling into the Not So Sekrit Projekt. Things keep spooling and I keep having ideas and it just keeps going.
So. Yeah. Feeling hugely energized by the project. Ideas flowing naturally and the best part is that I’m taking it very slow. Taking my time. Not rushing, not trying to stuff as much of it together to get it in the can as fast as I can. Not because I couldn’t pull it out of my ass if I wanted to, but because I *don’t* want to. I want to take my fucking time. If Kirsty Mitchell showed me anything, it’s that part of what makes her work amazing was the time that it took. She spent six years making Wonderland. I may think that some of what she did was not as amazing as I would have done it, but she fucking did it. I’m also thinking that the time was how she got it made.
It’s Jamin and Kiowa talking about how you can make any movie if you’re willing to spend the time. It’s just the two of them and their computers. And they fucking made Ink and The Frame. Chris is making his own science fiction film that looks pretty fucking amazing.
What’s my fucking excuse? Especially when I *do* know a lot of martial artists? Circus people. All of it. I just need to sit down and do it. Music and all.
Sweep the deck clear.
I just want work on on the project and sleep. So, I will bill hours, get chased around the gym by Dean (who is quitting for a new better job, the wonderful jerk!), garden and go on my artist date, and after, that will be my treat.
I had forgotten how wonderful it feels to bury myself in a thing. Fall down the rabbit hole and create. It’s like finding water in the desert after wandering for too long.