Another Cell Phone Monologue shot! Worked with SAG paperwork, shot in the Columbus Museum of Art, and a killer cast/crew. NOW I feel like I’m putting a dent into my list of things to do. I guess it helps when this shoot has been in my books for almost 18 months, sitting there in my brain, annoying the Obsessive-Compulsive side as it languished undone.

I bought a guitar. I haven’t bought a guitar in nearly 20 years. This past summer I borrowed the Fender Strat that I built just out of high school from my cousin. I gave that back to him last week. So now I bought a cheap Chinese knock off of the Ernie Ball Music Man guitar, the one that used to be an Eddie Van Halen model guitar.

It seems I have created many internal monsters. I can’t watch one movie from a series without watching all of the movies in a row and who has 4-12 hours to dedicate to sitting and staring at a screen...which is what happens anyways when the malaise kicks in and aimless wandering from topic to topic on Facebook or Wikipedia occurs.

So far on the holiday weekend, little to nothing in my projects have been done. I ate almost my weight in food between cookouts, graduation parties, dinners with friends, and food about to expire. I did get out and see a few movies in the theater. Still struggling to watch movies at home, still struggling to stem the tide of Internet surfing. Better is not good. More productive, less meandering.

Going to work with SAG on the new webseries and also on the next Cell Phone Monologue. The NEW MEDIA contracts online are incredibly simplified. Seems like SAG entered the 21st century with their forms and interactivity of their website. DVD distribution is pretty much not an option without substantial cost later. That’s okay. Optical discs are dying off.

Imma starting to relax a little. Getting stuff done. Completing goals, projects, and preparing for the next few months. My house is in order, literally and figuratively. Getting off the internet to work on the last bit of home repair is always good. There is a parallel to the serenity to condo upgrades. And that correlates to the workload completeness.

I forced myself to edit. I just sat there and did it. It’s not easy to get into the groove without being inspired. Rhythm and pacing don’t happen on their own. The footage has to speak to you. The syncopation of the human voices, the tones of their words; it’s a dance to the music of a moment. You can control and re-synch the way anyone speaks via editing and manufacture the rhythms as well giving you near-endless options. This is why I can’t just edit whenever. It’s poetry and art rolled inside a creative tortilla smothered in secret sauce.

I need a break. What I really need is a week or two away from work so I can complete many of my personal project agenda items. A day here and there just ain’t cutting it. I want to have a full time week to treat finishing these things like a job with total focus. That’s not likely to occur and that wouldn’t help with all I’m trying to go financially either. A conundrum!

I hate feeling like this. It’s staring in the face of a long list of work and nothing is motivating me to jump at it. All I can do is dive in and just DO some of it. Find the groove and force myself to get to that creative place. I will not let myself fall into the funk again.

Shooting interviews tomorrow. Editing tonight. Teaching in the early mornings. Sleep needs to occur in there somewhere. Some days it just feels like I can’t slow down. Eventually this drags me down with illness or exhaustion. And I’m still way behind on my self imposed deadlines.