Friday, August 22, 2003
I have little to complain about. Take this for example: at the moment, I'm having a steak and cheese omlette, and freshly pressed carrot/apple/beet/ginger juice from our catering truck. Today is the last day of shooting on my script. Two weeks ago when it started, I went through meltdown. I paced a trench in the studio, I chewed off nails, I was a complete neurotic wreck and I couldn't control the flood of emotion: extreme happiness and extreme grief rolled together in my brain. Along with this weird emotion that I guess could be called pride. Haven't felt that for so long that it took me a while before I could isolate what it was. Then the descent into a week's worth of self-doubt and flagellation and feeling like I'm in over my head. That has passed. A rewrite was well-received, as were notes on another script. My head is back in place. And my vacation starts in 8 hours.
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