Dead Mans Bones. 1/12/2022
Boredom is settling in like spilled water on the carpet. I'm soaked! My towel can't, probably refuses to, dry it up. I'm so bored.
I'm listening to Dead Man's Bones on Spotify. I wish Gosling and CO produced another album. It's been twelve years since the ghoulish (Goth?) rock album dropped, and its haunting tunes still carry me to a head high.
I've finished two drafts of The Exaggerated Tale of Pearl Hart the Lady Bandit! The first draft was 105 pages, and the second was 138. That's about a two-hour movie with a bit of spillover. Let me tell you something: When I typed "The End," I cried. Finally, after so many years, I've completed a whole story. Yes, the first draft is shit, but I had the story out of my head and onto paper. That means more to me than perfect writing.
So the next step is to "Option" it to Unity Films. Now, on to other projects:
The Red on Scum Ave short is retitled Smile for Baby. It's still the same story, but I want to save the former title for something else. I aim to get that done ASAP so I can go into the year starting a short. Then, once that script is complete, I'll resume writing The Boy In The Shed. I planned on writing a novelization of What's The Matter Skeeter Jones, but I decided that once I start something, I WILL finish it. That's the only way I'm going to work now. So Annie Craven is back in action!
I do want to keep her story short. A novella is roughly 15,000 to 50,000 words. I don't see the story needing more than that.
Despite suffering from chronic boredom that no prescription can relieve me of, I feel solid about where I am with my work. Things seem more real as the stories themselves are alive and achievable.
Transcription of the physical journal:
Monday 12/16/19 10:00pm
We finished shooting There's A Girl In The Trunk this weekend. The first day was great. Sunday was awful. There was a big scene, and the communication between Austin and me (The DP) fell apart. I hate feeling like this. I need something more. The films I've been making and working on don't feel real. It feels like we aren't actually making films but playing pretend. I'm not excited to see the edit of it at all. I mean, I hope it's good, but... It doesn't matter. However, I learned a lot from the film, the making of which is essential. I'm ready for the next one. I'm going to focus heavily on the story. Because if not, what the hell am I even doing?
Oh
You're gonna lose your soul tonight
You're gonna lose your soul
You're gonna lose your soul tonight, tonight
I'm still chugging along, aren't I? As everyone drives new cars to nowhere, I'm still in my rusted, tired beater, moving closer and closer to my destination.
