today

today

Sheep bleating … dogs barking, the bloody dogs … a squeaking/squawking sound which could either be a calling bird or and old swing being tested out by a heavy load … cicadas chirruping … birds chirping … a far off vehicle sailing down a lonely road … the sound of the sunset. The bleeding sunset. A shuffle of tree leaves. Crunching gravel. Humming computer. S.H.

Remember That Time?

Remember That Time?

Remember when I said there would be another book out? Well, I wasn’t lying, but sometimes life gets in the way of life. Amid other things, I’ve directed and produced another short film, one which is taking a little longer than anticipated to complete. Then there’s the preparation for my next feature, a film entitled STREETLIGHTS NEVER DIM YOUR EYES, and a return to directing my own writing.

In the midst of these new flames, a smaller but no less brighter light keeps itself kindled amongst the roaring fires of motivation and imagination. And this and those, I keep ready to remind you all, will be burning a little more brightly each turn of the earth, from this day on … S.H.

And in other news …

And in other news …

There will be more writings on your way soon – ish!

PART THREE of My Uncle the Spy is on its way out soon. As is another novella by yours truely, a children’s tale about a little girl who can’t wake up from one of her nightmares, in the process contemplating that bad dreams aren’t all that bad after all …

Anyhow, in the meantime filmmaking escapades have been monopolising most of my time, but prose is about to make a comeback! S.H.

18 Days

18 Days

Eighteen days since the last post!? Oh dear – see how time flies when you’re doing things which make the time fly? Ah well, never mind … Some film related news soon, Wakefulness getting itself an industry screening in the near future. Aside from that, more projects move on in different ways, so really there’s a lot to talk about. This equals no bloody excuse not to post about. To be honest. S.H.

Ah Crap

Ah Crap

Well yes, you’ve caught me. I think I’ve missed three days now – or is it two … ? The point is, there isn’t one. It was the weekend, and sometimes life is just too damn short. You need to get out there and feed yourself a little. The goal and passion always remains, but you’re allowed to just be human every once and a while. Pressure can work for you, but stress rarely does. Don’t force or fret what, right now, is something you can control. Keep on keeping on, but never forget to just relax … S.H.

Nowhere

Nowhere

Talk about a near miss, alright. Not even a like. Not even a VIEW of my last post. No one, anywhere, has seen it yet. Talk about nowhere. Talk about oblivion. Like a banana peel cast out of the window of a spaceship. If you could do that on spaceships. I’m sure some ship, somewhere in the entire galaxy there is a ship onboard which you can do it. If they even have bananas there. And maybe they read my post. Maybe it’s the leading news story of the day. But then again … In a place where people on spaceships can cast detritus into the never never without nancying about with an air lock, I’m sure they really do have much better things to be getting on with … S.H.

Another Near Miss

Another Near Miss

See? See how striking real life is? Not more than three days into my blog-a-day personal challenge and I almost forgot to post … Dreadful, isn’t it? Well no, not really. Bigger fish continue to be fried.

Working away in my quaint little office slash dream factory, there was script writing today, paired with ever more preproduction duties and development of future projects. Some things promising, some not. Such is life. And of course the forever task of cataloging new ideas I come up with … Today was a movie idea for a Goonies inspired local tale, so stay tuned for more about that! S.H.