Whew. That was quite the semester. Busy busy busy busy busy busy busy, film film film film film, edit edit edit edit edit, plan plan plan plan plan plan. WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE.
Okay, I'll stop doing that. Regardless, this was undoubtedly the most hectic semester yet at USC and there were many times where I cursed my work load, my professors, and life in general. Clearly my intended "daily blog posts" didn't quite pan out, not by a long shot. I could only earn about half as much money as I needed to stay afloat because work-study on the weekends is verboten in 290-Land; the weekends are for filmmaking-time, friends.
Yet I can't say that I hated it because this has also been the most productive period in my entire life. I produced five short films and contributed to a sixth. I wrote a 102 page screenplay, which is the longest work I've ever managed to complete. I wrote two short scripts and a couple of short stories. None of these are masterpieces but, damn it, they're done and I made them. For the first time, the reality seemed to sink in that we're in film school and instead of passively absorbing and regurgitating rhetoric and theory we actually applied what we've learned and we know into practical creative enterprise.
It may have sucked at the time, but damn if it wasn't also exhilarating.
Now 'tis time for a break, though it will quite likely not feel like one, as I'm probably going to be working my ass off to earn a nice cushion of cash for next school year AND complete a second screenplay over the summer.
Ah, the joys of youthful ambition. How long before the weight of the world crushes it? Only time can tell.
Okay, I'll stop doing that. Regardless, this was undoubtedly the most hectic semester yet at USC and there were many times where I cursed my work load, my professors, and life in general. Clearly my intended "daily blog posts" didn't quite pan out, not by a long shot. I could only earn about half as much money as I needed to stay afloat because work-study on the weekends is verboten in 290-Land; the weekends are for filmmaking-time, friends.
Yet I can't say that I hated it because this has also been the most productive period in my entire life. I produced five short films and contributed to a sixth. I wrote a 102 page screenplay, which is the longest work I've ever managed to complete. I wrote two short scripts and a couple of short stories. None of these are masterpieces but, damn it, they're done and I made them. For the first time, the reality seemed to sink in that we're in film school and instead of passively absorbing and regurgitating rhetoric and theory we actually applied what we've learned and we know into practical creative enterprise.
It may have sucked at the time, but damn if it wasn't also exhilarating.
Now 'tis time for a break, though it will quite likely not feel like one, as I'm probably going to be working my ass off to earn a nice cushion of cash for next school year AND complete a second screenplay over the summer.
Ah, the joys of youthful ambition. How long before the weight of the world crushes it? Only time can tell.
