Movement

It's strange when you can feel things in motion around you and you're taken by the pressure to keep pace or get left behind. This other project that I'm working on has been making some progress. My collaborator and I have been making some new contacts and we've decided to switch formats for our story, making the previous 32 pages in 44.

The change threw a wrench into my plans because I was finally settling into the 32 page format and feeling comfortable with it. Now I have to start all over again and get comfortable with 44 pages. It's a good challenge though and I'm doing ok so far. I'm about halfway through my first draft.

Once the first draft is complete my collaborator will take a read through and we'll do some revision to make sure the story has the right pacing and shot selections.

I've tried quite a few different careers in my life and I'm sure that there were times when things around me were moving forward, but because I wasn't passionate about those jobs I either ignored the forward push or didn't feel it all together. It's different for me this time around.

I can feel it around me, like the wind brushing up against my skin. I can feel it in me, as if a rope was tied around my soul and someone was tugging on the other end. It scares me and excites me at the same time. Better get back to the grind.