time slows down

Minnesota is very quiet.
I am two weeks into my vacation and it feels like two months. I am frustrated I haven't accomplished more- why haven't I written that brilliant screenplay or finished the DVD or entered the film into festivals??? I supposed I am being hard on myself, but I feel like with all this time on my hands I should become super-productive, not super-lazy.

My sound is basically being kidnapped by my sound guy. He is not responding to my email pleas (are you reading this?) and he is in sole possession of my sound files (I have backups in Paris)...so, I guess I will be content to wait.

I rewatched my film today after not seeing it for a couple of weeks. It is perhaps not as atrocious as I thought.

homecoming unfinished

It felt like an epic journey getting home- a night in Nice, a flight, a night in Bristol, a drive to Heathrow, a flight to Iceland, a long movie-less flight from Iceland to Minneapolis, a walk up two flights of endlessly familiar stairs into my yellow room and sleep. Now I am sleepy again, after a first day here. I like Minnesota and feel very calm here. It is hard to feel stress in a state like this. There are so many lakes and trees and flowers about. The roads are so wide and everyone drives slow. People are large and friendly. Some little boys waved to me as I let them pass at a yield sign. In Paris they'd run you down.

I need to finish my film.

I have left to do: sound, subtitles, DVD, film titles, lab work, mixing, color correction, film festivals, budgeting, lab print with negative cutting, optical negative, publicity kits, website updating, and fundraising.

I have energy to do: nothing.

So, I guess it is up to Minnesota to recharge my batteries and find the drive to put it all together. Perhaps I need to swim in all 10,000 lakes. I wonder if anyone has ever done that.