Week 3: Tolls
Our shooting is 1/3 complete.
This week begins Week 3.
Since we began, I've learned many things...many new things.
I'm sort of the "heavy". I don't like being the "heavy", or "bad cop". I prefer democratic, diplomacy, and I use it when I can. I've been told I'm "too nice" sometimes, the balance is hard.
So many people show up every time we shoot, just to work with us. I want their time to be fun, positive, an exploration of their own talents.
And, in the recesses are other worries: the homeless doc, my daughter, my sweetheart, and the homeless friends that are moving about their world at night.
My daughter is safe in Michigan learning Carmina Burana. My sweetheart is less than 2 miles away preserving his own sanity and being supportive and caring. I miss him.
The homeless are going about their days and nights, patching their lives together. Some are getting arrested, evicted, addicted. Others are sleeping under the stars and counting their blessings.
Me? I'm looking for an extra mag for this week to replace the one in repair. I'm talking to stuntmen and city officials about jumping off high bridges. I'm moving money around, stretching it like I did when I was a paying for rent and daycare on 17K a year. I'm trying to patch this film together one day at a time, thankful for all who have helped and asking more and more from everyone. I'm a CEO without the deep pockets or the cynical nature or the hottub.
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I'll just bring what I have to the picture, I'll do my best.
When all is said and done, that's what I want all of us to do, I hope it is enough.
Time takes it's toll and offers us all these gifts along the way. As we move into another week, I'll practice creative preparation, prolific problem solving and patience.
This week begins Week 3.
Since we began, I've learned many things...many new things.
I'm sort of the "heavy". I don't like being the "heavy", or "bad cop". I prefer democratic, diplomacy, and I use it when I can. I've been told I'm "too nice" sometimes, the balance is hard.
So many people show up every time we shoot, just to work with us. I want their time to be fun, positive, an exploration of their own talents.
And, in the recesses are other worries: the homeless doc, my daughter, my sweetheart, and the homeless friends that are moving about their world at night.
My daughter is safe in Michigan learning Carmina Burana. My sweetheart is less than 2 miles away preserving his own sanity and being supportive and caring. I miss him.
The homeless are going about their days and nights, patching their lives together. Some are getting arrested, evicted, addicted. Others are sleeping under the stars and counting their blessings.
Me? I'm looking for an extra mag for this week to replace the one in repair. I'm talking to stuntmen and city officials about jumping off high bridges. I'm moving money around, stretching it like I did when I was a paying for rent and daycare on 17K a year. I'm trying to patch this film together one day at a time, thankful for all who have helped and asking more and more from everyone. I'm a CEO without the deep pockets or the cynical nature or the hottub.
.
I'll just bring what I have to the picture, I'll do my best.
When all is said and done, that's what I want all of us to do, I hope it is enough.
Time takes it's toll and offers us all these gifts along the way. As we move into another week, I'll practice creative preparation, prolific problem solving and patience.
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