Finding the Good Poo

Praise the Lord! The patron is gonna come through! He promised to send us money next week. That’s part of our problems solved.

Again, spent the day going over loads of footage while Patrick cut the Telephone English sequence with Dave and Cloudy. He’s going to cut the BBQ party today. That’s when Cloudy’s BBQ set the roof on fire and the police and fire brigade came. He also burned to a crisp one of his prized surfboards. A little concerned about this sequence. There are some great shots particularly when one of the Japanese girls set her hair on fire letting off a bottle rocket and Cloudy shooting fire works out of one of his mate’s butts. But the music was playing the whole time: Led Zeppelin and Rolling Stones. Can’t afford those music rights (especially the Stones who are said to charge upwards of 1 million US dollars for a snippet of their music.

Extremely tired today. Worried about finding a flat. Worried about money. Worried that the film is going to be crap. But, that’s just stupid. The film’s gonna be great. But, it’s all down to me now. The writing is what’s going to tie it all together…create drama…make poetry. Haven’t been able to write for days. But, that’s not really true, either. I write every morning for an hour or two. And I write here. But, nothing for the film. I know this happens. I know that you write and write and you have nothing. Then, all of a sudden, you get pages and pages of good stuff. I’ve never had writer’s block. I’ve have writer’s diarrhea. It’s finding the good poo in all the diarrhea that’s the challenge for me.

Been working on goals. Thinking about my 5 year goals and my 10 year goals. One of my 10 year goals is to become an industry…like Martha Stewart or Elle Macpherson…employing family and friends alike…supporting them. I’ll be 50 then.