As you may know by now,
our film was accepted into the Independent
Feature Film Market. Being less then 4 weeks away, you would think
there would be nothing to worry about. After all, we did blow our film up
to 35mm, and it's just waiting to be shipped to New York. Our friend Jennifer
managed to get us great hotel and airfare deals so we are set to go.
Oh no, don't forget -
there are press kits to be made, postcards, posters, cute hats that say 2
on U on them. Oh wait, I forgot about the treatment of our new
script we are supposed to bring with us which is not yet finished. Really,
no stress at all.
Micky is getting horrible
headaches. I think it's the pressure of putting the final touches on her script
The Other Half, or maybe the cause of the headaches is from
worrying about where she will have her birthday party next week. Meanwhile,
while she endures her headaches I am going though some weird sickness no doctor
can seem to diagnose. Everyone says I am stressed. How can I be stressed?
I live in Los Angeles. I did hit a parked car the other day.
I can't seem to find a
free location for a short video. Micky keeps asking when the postcards will
be done. Don't forget, we're meeting with a playwright to turn his play into
a film. All of a sudden everyone is inviting themselves to New York to crash
in our hotel room. Micky wants to have her party at my house. The list grows
from 40 to 50 people.
The computer keeps crashing.
The postcards aren't done. Wait... we need new business cards now. Our web
designer needs more photos, more information. We have to interview people
for the web site. Got another audition. The doctor called - all the blood
tests are normal. I still feel sick. The Pitch bank account is running out
of dough. Micky's headaches are getting worse. We still have to shop for 2
on U hats to wear at the market. What are we going to wear in
New York?
We have to e-mail all
the other IFFM
filmmakers and invite them to our screenings. Our 2
on U director got his other short into the New York International
Film Festival. He wants me to help design his postcards. Got another audition
for a play. Our P.R. person wants to set up a meeting. Can't sleep at night...
I keep hearing voices saying, "target audience, deadlines, treatments, etc..."
As you can tell, our plate
is full. Did I mention the part-time job I have and the volunteer work I do
at an animal shelter? As they say, you can sleep when you're dead.
Dayna
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