We came. We set up. We laughed. We filmed. We drove. We walked. We sweat. We laughed. We yawned (please don't ask me to explain.). We laughed some more. We got it DONE!
In two days we shot everything I need.
If not, well then, I'll always think we should have.
It's great working with your friends. You can completely skip the getting-to-know-you-chemistry-building phase and go right to having fun (which, my friend Mike graciously reminded me, is of paramount importance). Of course, that also means you have to reign it in from time to time, but that's okay. Fun shows up on film, and even though this film is not about "fun" you'll hopefully still be positively affected by it, if only on a subconscious level.
Someday (hopefully before 2017) you'll be able to judge for yourselves whether or not I was able to memorize my lines. Towards that end, here's a clue:
I may have actually learned to WRITE this week.
"Well, sheesh, Deb! It's about stinking time!"
Long about Wednesday it really came home to me that written words and spoken words are two very different things. Just because something sounds good when you read it, even reading it conscious of inflection and blocking and motivation, doesn't mean it's going to sound good when it's spoken. I know this was already obvious to you, but my light bulb seems to take a little longer to come on than others.
I was rewriting my lines up until late Friday night. (Move over, Aaron Sorkin) Good thing, too, because I found a couple of MISTAKES and other things I'd overlooked or not explained well. The script as shot is a much better script (in my opinion).
I think I need to take a writing class.
But first things first. I have some serious work to do on my script for the Christmas show. I'm working on that as soon as I post this.
No rest for the weary. More coffee, please!