Itâs Sunday and itâs not yet noon and Iâm trying to figure out what to do with the day, this early spring weekend technically-still morning and the sun and promise of over-50-degree-F weather and the robinâs egg blue skies all are conspiring to harmonize at my window to sing, âCome out and playâ in California harmony, whether it be Beach Boys or Fleetwood Mac or even Mamas and Papas. Does that date me? Do I care?
Iâm one of those polymaths with writing and editing and teaching on my mind that Iâm not always sure which direction to turn and run in for at least a meaningful moment or two. See, Iâm working on a series of short films, a new venture for me, and am excited to finish my first, a true story Iâve embellished about a famous fashion modelâs experience being stranded in a Paris hotel room at the start of the May 1968 student riots. The film is in that purgatory called post-production when the waiting starts for the composer and the sound editor to perform their auditory magic after the acting and filming and editing and titles and subtitles have been applied. Oh, and the editing, always the editing. Film or video editing suits my temperament and my background as a text editor.
Spring always finds me in contemplation mode, as spring means summer is next and with that season I canât help but tirelessly mythologize the inevitable income downturn of an educator such as myself. This year will be different, I repeat like a pop song chorus and I try to think Iâm learning how to make it mean something different this year. To that end, I have been folding in more time to job hunt during the daytime work week and have had some success. I canât shake the sense that a bit more elbow grease might provide a more robust bounty but itâs a balance between taking up the time to hunt for work and enjoying your life as is. That is, Iâm a freelance writer and editor and thus work means looking for work often, although in this gig economy that job hunting treadmill may be a more popular exercise than it used to be.
All I know is itâs a beautiful day and Iâve spent much of my free time this weekend indoors and thus itâs time to motivate toward the door. I do have a new film project in the works and then still more in mind. There are 2 mini-series actually, 1 being a continuation of this 1st filmâs inspiration, that of a true story of a famous female actor, in this first instance a certain fashion model-turned-film-actor. The second script is shaping up to be about another film siren whoâs a personal favorite. Her story may be one that sheâd rather I didnât dredge up but maybe if it helps rekindle even a scintilla of interest in her brilliance, she might not mind. If she even ever finds out about it.Â
Time to view the other side of the door.