Well, 2009 is upon us already and I realize I have not posted anything new in a while. I have a few projects on the backburners that are started to get heated up again. The hardest problem now is dealing with this damn economy. I was extremely close to start filming a new project in Fall 2007, but then the fires destroyed an area we were going to film in and the economy hit the shitter. It’s really hard to ask people to invest in a project when their stocks are taking a dive and their net worth is evaporating faster than water on the sun.
In the late Summer/Fall of 2008, I was again getting ready to film, when the location I wanted to film at was sold as the owner entered bankruptcy. The set pieces were all liquidated and again I was left with a great fucking script and no place to film it that was within my means.
So, now, I write a new number at the end of my checks and turn a page on my calendar. All the while I my imagination has been flooded with visions that are crawling over each other in an attempt to get out of my brain.
Finally, as I begin to take control over my creations again, although they constantly try to control me, I can find a path through this darkness to the light of a projector up ahead. Along the path there are neck deep pools of blood and the stench of sweat and rotting meat, but somewhere in this rank mess I find comfort in knowing that I am coming home again.
I will begin filming a new comedy science-fiction film by the spring. When the actual film will be ready will be any body’s guess right now, but it will be ready by the end of this year. I have a few horror projects I am dying to put to paper and film, but I am unsure of when they will be birthed out.
Hopefully I will be able to focus on one thing for a while and get it completed. My biggest challenge is always keeping my mind focused on one project, because it is constantly racing with ideas for ten others at a time. It sucks having an imagination, but it is a curse to be stuck with all of these ideas in your head and no place to express them. Maybe I can declare insanity and spend my final years locked up in an asylum. Mmmm, I can taste the Phenobarbital-laced pudding already sliding down the back of my throat.
Damn it. That just gave me another idea for a story.
Fuck.
PS – if you are actually reading this, please feel free to drop me a line sometime.
