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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Oh so easy, in the beginning, when ideas are dutifully fluffed and spirits high. Wait until the chips have been thrown out the window, never mind set down on the table. Staying power could be seen as the height of stupidity, or the nth of a heightened state, the vision to propel ones self towards the successes which lay in wait. What are we all doing this for anyway? Ideas like this I approached yesterday. And still I’m compelled to share, even though through my own admission I see the importance of my information as no higher than anyone. And certainly so, lesser than many.
Last night I had a dream in which I wept at the beauty of an ancient landscape. In precursor to this, I played the role of a great leader, one guiding many others out of the way of harm. A silent foe crept here and there without darkness, instead using the bright day as its deadly cover. It was when I truly felt my actions had moved others from peril, this was the time I had heavy relief poured down upon me, and my physical being let go, my uniformed form falling to the ground. And in that sweet moment, I woke up … S.H.
So back to posting once a day, eh? Heard that one before. And why even do it? The truth is that what social media and blogging has given incredible rise to is the number of people believing that every little thing they do is worth knowing about. I guess what the World Wide Web does is give everyone the choice. The choice to be interested in what and who they want to be interested in. For me, I’m trying to do it mainly for me. To keep at it. Like all writers must remind themselves to do. To keep seeking, keep searching for the right way to describe to others through words what it is we see so vividly in our minds. And maybe that, by extension, might just be interesting too … S.H.