Things are happening again.
Hear me out on this upcoming project I want to make. It’s a bit experimental, but I’ve seen something similar done years back in film school. I want to go out and capture some images, but cut them together in a stop motion-like way. I’ve written a really bad poem that I want to share in video form.
Script Feedback
It drove me crazy to stare at the bare page of my notebook while listening to my kids play at the park in front of our apartment. I stopped writing first drafts on my computer a year ago to make the process a little faster since changing my mind seemed more permanent when I couldn’t simply highlight and press backspace.
Time Travel of an Ailing Penman
Have any of you ever watched an eclipse roll by you in totality? It happened to fall on my tenth anniversary (something completely unplanned by my wife and me), and I wanted to give my kids an experience I hadn’t even been exposed to. The sudden darkness reminded me of a dust storm I was in while deployed to Iraq. The encircled disk in the sky made me think of fantasy.
Home is Looking Up
I miss my family most in the winter. The snow had a beauty to it. Even though we lacked sunlight, the powdered ground bounced enough light into my eyes to have me squinting through my lashes as I road my bike hurriedly to my cousin’s house.
Small Town
I took a trip to Auburn to escape San Francisco for the weekend. For a place that prides itself on $20 burritos, they don’t have much to do for fun. I have kids. Three of them. There are parks and museums, sure, but if you’ve ever taken even just one child to a museum, you’d wonder how I have so much hair on my head.