Friday February 19, 2010

Wake up at 11:00 AM and head into the kitchen for some coffee. I don't start work until 1:00 today, so I update the diary for the next hour or so before I have to get ready for work. 12:00 rolls around and I jump in the shower and get ready. I head out around 12:45 and get to work about ten minutes late. Do I care? Fuck no.

My shift today is only four hours, so it goes by fairly quick. After my shift, I grab a table and read over my first draft to start making notes on re-writes and things I need to cut/change. I get about halfway through and make a considerable amount of notes before I cruise home just around 7:30. I call Justin and Stein on the way and they both confirm they will be there in a bit.

I get home and spend the next hour or so playing some Beatles: Rock Band while I wait for my fantastic friends to arrive. Stein shows up with a case of beer and we chill watching some TV while sipping brews, waiting for Justin to arrive. He finally gets there and we opt to peep out the first Star Wars (A New Hope, not Phantom Menace), as it's been a long fucking time since any of us have watched it. We decide to do a power hour while we watch, which turns out to fuck me up a lot more than I thought it would. We go outside for a smoke about half-way through the movie and I almost don't even make it down the stairs. I then remember that I didn't have a whole lot to eat today, and that may have something to do with it.

We watch the rest of the movie and Justin and I bomb outside for a post-movie smoke. While outside, we get on the subject of my movie and Justin tells me just how much he actually enjoyed the script. He definitely gives a lot of words of encouragement, and as homo-erotic as it may sound, it's exactly what I need. I know that I like my work, but it's not all about me. I need to know that someone else will enjoy it as well. I tell Justin not to lie to me, as it won't help my cause in the long run. I tell him I won't be offended, and I will actually take any criticism to heart, ultimately making me work even harder to write a script that people actually enjoy. But he still insists that he was insanely impressed with my work, stating that he was "proud" of what I have written. He says he would like me to send him a copy of the first draft so he can read it over a second time and even send it to his sister, who is also an insanely talented writer. This makes me feel much better about diving head first into my first film.

Justin and Stein cruise after our smoke and I cruise into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I then crash while watching The Snowball Effect: The Story of "Clerks". I've got my film on my mind pretty hard right now, so I figure it is a good time to watch the documentary on the film, and filmmaker, that inspired me to get into film making.