A few hiccups, but all is well.

With the blog, I mean. I updated once - see below - and for the next week, my blog was for no discernible reason completely invisible to the world. If I typed in the URL, I would get a white screen and a random error message for which the kind folks at Blogger had no answer whatsoever. Le sigh. Yet, here I stand, and here I shall write.

I leave for Columbus in 18 hours to begin production on Separation Anxiety. After running the gauntlet on Happily After, and after our 13-day stint on Glass City, for some reason I can't bring myself to be nervous about this. With minor exceptions, everything has gone so tremendously well that I worry we're missing something. Because it's either that, or we've come perilously close to perfecting this business of low-budget film production.

Everything feels so close, and yet so far. Tomorrow? Really? And in four weeks, we'll be done? Really? I want it all to be over so I can take that much-deserved break, but after this, there's the uncertainty of editing and, more importantly, distribution. Part of me is absolutely terrified, simply because of the subjective nature of the business, but the other side of me knows that these two films - Happily After and Separation Anxiety - are far and away the best films I've ever done. That has to count for something, somehow.

I need to go see a movie in the theater. I had the pleasure of seeing a preview screening of Where The Wild Things Are about a month ago, but that was the first film I had seen in two months. I didn't capitalize on the summer season like I had hoped, and I'm really eager for the awards season to start so I can make a point of checking out films on the art-house circuit. Regardless, I feel like either going to the movies is too expensive, or I don't have enough time, or I can't find the excitement in me for any of the dreck that's out right now. Who knows.

Something's coming, something good. If I can wait...