My pining for something that doesn't serve me
or someone who isn't captured by my beauty
doesn't last very long. I gave up being miserable about shit like that a while back, my whole belief about making the most out of my moments kicks in and I look back and shake my head. I never claimed to not be silly, romantic, or sentimental. Sometimes it leaks out before I can grab a hold of it. I'm still deciding whether or not to hide my drunken outpouring of emotion. Not really out of fear of being seen, more out of misinterpretation or misunderstanding.
Meanwhile,
I am building an army. I would like to put out some
short films to local festivals and I think it would be
very easily done, but I need to find dedicated soldiers.
Especially in the line of camera and editing. I've
got actors up to my ears but finding those magical
mystical masters that hide out behind the lens,
that's the tough part.
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