On sleeping with one's director...

first I need to say...for the record...that I discovered a lurking six pack of Lienkugel's Summer Shandy (and i know i probably spelled that wrong) behind a gallon of almond milk in the fridge tonight and so I write this a little...shall we say...perfunkilated?

I'm sitting here, in the dark, and my editor is hard at work color correcting Fuck New York downstairs and the camera and sound gear is packed with care by the door and my Lounge Act script is memorized and tomorrow we go to the same office location that we shot FNY's office scene to use the men's room for Lounge Act and at this moment--one film almost in the can and 1/12th finished with this new project--I am bona fide.  I am making films.

I casually look over on the coffee table and see the shot list for tomorrow. 'Tis a fantastic, well thought out and detailed shot list. It is typed. It makes sense. It has a logic just ripe to maximize set ups and also allow for freedom to experiment.  As shot lists go...this is pretty much neat/sweet/petite.

That should have been your first clue that I'm not directing this one.

My wife is.

Because I said that I might like to act again...that I haven't actually acted in a long mother flushing time and was thinking that I was at that point where if I didn't act in one of these soon, I'd probably just never act again and she said, "well why don't I direct the next one and you act in it"  and just like that it was so.

because that, my little chickadees, is how she rolls.  She's a planner and a doer; a rock AND a roller; she doesn't talk about stuff; she makes shit happen.  It was she that, over a plate of eggplant parm, when I causally mentioned "you know if we could just get few things, we could have our own white trash movie studio", said "how much and let's do it".  She's the one who told me I was the "real deal" at a moment when i felt very much the opposite.  she's the one who said to me...SAYS to me every time I am at the point where I want to pull an Old Man Charlie (you'll get it soon enough FNY!!), just keep going...keep working for those Ten Days (Ed Burns Fans understand this).  In short...if any of this ever pans out, it will be because and ONLY because of her.

did I mention she's also carrying not one but TWO of my children?

And now she creates a shot list of this magnitude.

I don't know exactly how to wrap this up since I've lost track of what my original intention of this post was...but I guess I can say that Quite Film is more her than it is me...because, although it was my dream, it was her will that made it so.

Break a Leg tomorrow, Jejo.

now I shall publish this before I get truly disgusting...