I’ve been quiet on social media lately. Two weeks since my last blog post and I’ve hardly posted on facebook or twitter either. That’s not because nothing been going on in my life, on the contrary, it’s because things have been going on.
Last week, any spare time I had went to planning our first family camping trip we took last weekend. A post covering that fun event is next in the queue to be written.
This week, I’ve been immersed in another project. A very exciting and humbling and hopeful project. But as with all things in the entertainment business world, I don’t dare share news of it yet. Nothing is for sure until it’s for sure. But there’s something special about this one I think.
No matter what, even if nothing comes from it, there is something special here. There just is. I just feel it. I don’t know how I claim that with confidence, but I somehow do. I may be setting myself up for disappointment later, but I’ve long since grown accustomed to disappointment, so I can handle that outcome too.
This week I’ve thrown myself into someone’s else world. I’ve facebook and blog stalked and clicked links and ran internet searches and read news articles and slowly put together fine details the best I could in order to combine them all into a story. And I’ve done this with KP. We have written a pitch for a movie. Together. The idea of working on a project together is something I’ve always wanted to do, but KP has always been a bit trepidatious about. Ok, a good bit trepidicaious about. But he has agreed to do this with me. In and out of itself that is a big thing for us and I’ve gained a lot from.
And maybe even more, I’ve gained so much from this story itself. I thought I knew the story well before, but now I feel as though I’ve lived it from afar. I feel connected to it in a new way.
I hope the people I’ve been secretly internet stalking this past week forgive me for that. I think they know what I’m doing and why, but still, it’s felt a bit odd and intrusive. People and circumstances are complex and I want to understand them. And I also care. I have cried so many times this week; you have no idea. But good cries. Cathartic cries. Cries where I both mourn the unfairness of the world and celebrate the providential outcomes of minor events woven together. Tears of compassion, tears of thankfulness, tears of sadness, tears of joy.
For the past 10 months, ever since I took that Leap of Faith on that job (that I ended up losing and then got another job and lost that one too), I’ve had a different overall attitude, and have allowed myself to be open to the idea of things in life happening that are beyond my control…but might possibly be part of some sort of plan still I cannot know.
I don’t know what will happen from here. Once a pitch is written, meetings have to be set in which to present that pitch. Then a script has to be bought. Then the script written. Then the studio has to greenlight it. Then directors, actors, location managers, and lots and lots of other people have to be hired. Then a multitude of other things have to work out so that production can take place. Then you have the filiming and the editing and the marketing and the opening weekend. Seriously, *if* this goes anywhere, it will be a very, very, very long road.
But still. It’s nice to have hope. We shall see where this all goes. And what is meant to happen.
Today KP and I turned in a pitch document.
Today KP found out he has two more weeks at his current job.
And then it’s on to the next thing.
And here we go again. We’re truly back to the unsteady screenwriter’s life again.
But this is maybe how it’s supposed to be.