Tag Archive | "John"

Because It Hurts

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

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Because It Hurts

Computer + Mug of hot tea + Dell Xpress Service Package = No blog posts for two weeks. Good thing I bought the Idiot Warranty. In other news, I spent the day in Julian, California, writing away in the back room of a countrified buffalo burger joint.  Great service, forgettable sandwich. I re-outlined what will probably become the [...]

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Save The Movie!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

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Save The Movie!

I’ve got a big problem: there’s only one of me. We’re shooting about ninety minutes of footage per week. As far as logging, organizing, and downconverting the footage goes, I’m backlogged by about twenty hours. At this rate, the film will never be finished. I figured that out a couple weeks ago, and have been [...]

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Take The Pebble From My Hand

Thursday, December 4, 2008

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Take The Pebble From My Hand

There’re no seasons in San Diego.  Right now, on December the fourth, 2008, it’s sixty-four degrees outside.  I’m wading through sixty-two percent humidity.  It’s mostly cloudly, with no precip in the forecast.  San Diego’s a sort of heavenly purgatory–the atmosphere just never seems to change.  With that in mind, it’s easy to understand why I [...]

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Why Am I Doing This Again?

Thursday, November 20, 2008

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Why Am I Doing This Again?

Everything happens for a reason, right? Yesterday, I had a shoot scheduled at Camp Pendleton in Oceanside, California.  After a forty-five minute drive, I arrived with my camera, fresh tapes, and some dramamine for a potential puke-a-minute chopper ride.  My friendly escort from the Public Affairs Office drove me to Camp Horno.  We waited.  Soon, my [...]

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Writing Is Agony

Friday, November 14, 2008

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Writing Is Agony

Oh, why do we write? Every word I type is an act of discipline.  My brain feels heavy on the front end, like there’s a brick inside stopping up my thought-juice.  My eyeballs hurt.  I can’t smile. I am uninspired.  I am spent.  I have writer’s block.  For years, I’ve bragged I never get writer’s block.  Well, [...]

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