Just stuff

So, I don't think this blog has ever looked so hideous. I guess that's what I get from being lazy and thinking "what the hell, I'll give this new template thingy a go this time around instead of tinkering with the codes..." -- Obviously not a permanent solution. Someday soon, my blog will be stunning. As will the website that I'll also own by then. But for now, you'll just have to suffer the site (haha)

Production meeting today. Thought I'd get some reading in before I have to leave. Tove finished the new draft of her screenplay yesterday, so I thought I'd give that a read-through. Also I should read the screenplay for the film of today's meeting, which I still haven't, just the production description with synopsis and director's vision. Sounds really cool, though, so I'm sure the screenplay will be as well.

Summer days drifting away

Editing "Varma Mackor" has been a joy. I have a rough cut of the film finished now, after a couple of insane all-nighters that pretty much went like this: I'd get to the editing room at Filmbasen at around six or seven in the evening, get startled by the alarm on my mobile at five to eleven (that's when the alarm is automatically turned on, and you have to go outside, wait for it to turn on, then disable it again before you can go back inside), get back to it and suddenly realise the sun is up and it's five in the morning, at which point it would cross my mind that "I should get home and get some sleep...", a healthy thought, no doubt, that was unfortunately quickly followed by "I'll just finish doing this first..." and in the blink of an eye, it'd be noon, and only then would I stumble home like zombie, squinting in the bright daylight, wondering if the fact that my brain feels like a wet cake is a sign of permanent damage or not, but also feeling decidedly pleased with my night's work and quite in love with all my actors.

Now I'm letting it rest for a while. I'm waiting for Anja to get back into town so that I can show it to her and recieve her brilliant and unforgiving feedback. Meanwhile, I've been planning three other productions for the coming year with Tove and Anna. I'm helping them both cast their respective films, and I'll also be both of their assistant director, as well as play the main character in Tove's film. And the third film we're doing is my own, of course. I've just finished the first draft of the screenplay (it's called "Begrav mig på bakgården", which means Bury me in the backyard) and I'll be working on that alongside the casting process, as well as reading and giving Tove and Anna feedback on their screenplays. And also, whatever Anja needs from me as well, but we haven't talked about that yet, but she's making her film "Agnes" this year, as well as a documentary.

In the beginning of August I'll also be working on another production as a scripta (just went to look up the english work for that function and bristled when I saw that it was "script girl" or "continuity girl" according to tyda.se, definitely not condoning that, so you'll just have to make due with swedish on this one...) with Tove's and Anna's wedding crammed in the middle of the shoot.

Then at the end of August, Tove, Anna and myself are renting a car to go on a weekend trip down south to look at some locations and possibly hold a casting workshop at a school.

And, believe it or not, I'm also going to try and get some hours in with the temp agency so that I'll be able to pay my rent and bills. One thing's for sure though, I'm not making it back home for another visit before the summer is over.

holiday "hi"

I'm sitting outside my family's cottage on our little island outside the east coast of Sweden. I've been into the sea three times already since I got here last night, it's the best feeling in the world, my favourite place of all time; under the surface, in the cool and the dark, watching the rays of light break through all around me. It's the closest I've come to meditation so far. Even the seagull cries are comforting. Somehow nostalgic and strangely soothing despite the hysterical quality, either because I've been associating them with this place for as long as I can remember, or something about the noise itself maybe. It's sort of like whale song on speed, if you think about it.. But it's definitely not as poetic and romantic in real life as when you read about it in Tolkien's book, how the elves hear the cry of the gulls as they're called by the sea to travel to the grey havens.. I'd like to think the seagulls of Middle Earth are less hysterical. Anyway. Filmbasen contacted me via email and wanted to write about me in their spotlight section on their webpage. Other than that, no news. Now I think I'll go for another dip before I get started on lunch! Take care everyone!

Morning, people!

Okay, so I completely meant to go to sleep last night... I even went to bed and everything, early even, but somehow I got to reading slash fic and I just wasn't tired so I kept reading, and eight o'clock turned to eleven then one then three and considering I had my alarm set on four, because I actually got some (regular) work this weekend and today my shift starts at (ridiculous) six-forty-five on the complete opposite side of town, which means I have to leave at five to make it there on time, I figured it'd be both pointless and idiotic of me to actually go to sleep since not only would an hour do more damage than good, but I'd most likely oversleep as well once I finally dozed off... which is why it's not four-thirty and I haven't slept, and I'm already starting to feel all fuzzy around the edges and giggly and silly and all over the place, and I'm supposed to sit at a cash register until five this evening... good times!

& I cut my hair again. Not much left of it now. But I still I have at least one more go left this summer before I get too skinhead-y for comfort...

Coffeecoffeecoffee now yesss goodcoffee. Have a good day, people! Since I won't, you know, have one on me or whatever!