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May 20, 2009

Barrel Rider

My last state of the union address was nothing but a song. I've been looking for an equivalent to sum up my present state of mind, but have yet to find one, and striking the right balance between listmaking and actual writing has proven difficult when the topic is everything that's been happening in the past month. Yesterday I spent the day editing a video that will make its way online soon. Today I was embedded in this documentary (which we're nearing the finish mark on after a St. Nick-induced hiatus), except for the hour I spent at a meeting with an exec at Showtime who had a vintage À bout de souffle poster in her office. Awesome! Tomorrow I'm writing with Barlow, working on a collaboration all the way up until we see that big robot movie at midnight. Right now I'm diverting myself from an hour or two of work on the two of the scripts that I began after finally finishing a massive rewrite on another project last week. Last night I went to a reading of Todd Rohal's new screenplay, which needs to get made. I'm running a lot, although perhaps not enough. I'm working with my agent to orchestrate something of a career. I drink a lot of carrot juice and a lot of coffee. I stopped carrying a wallet because I keep losing it, but I'm too ghetto to get one of those fancy money clips. I ordered some new vegan boots and have taken to glancing out the window, waiting for the UPS truck to deliver them with childlike anticipation (I feel that adjective is redundant). I've been thinking about Matt's most recent post - the end of an era, except tha the era ended long ago. I saw the new Terry Gilliam movie but didn't like it. I'm loving Los Angeles. I can put my mind to sleep at night, but I think my body keeps going, because I wake with my heart beating at the same accelerated pace that I fall asleep to. Attached to all of these fragments are hundreds of pages of footnotes and inner monologues that I've chosen not to transcribe because I'm not sure how to write about it. Bear with me, if you will, and I'll figure it out.

Oddly, all of this is almost entirely peripheral to St. Nick, which is moving along on its own parallel but separate trajectory. I got an acceptance call from another festival today, and we've been looking over some contracts...

Posted by David Lowery at May 20, 2009 1:35 AM