The Glimmer And The Glory
Part of the rationale for traveling to New York this week was to do a deal for a feature film; actually, a package of three feature films. It now appears the deal will not happen. The reasons are myriad, but suffice it to say that when I read the fine print I could not approve the details. Disappointing? Of course. Every director, especially those working in the short-form milieu, dreams of the opportunity to tell a story that spans 90 pages or more. But I’ve learned the hard way that balance is everything in life; the pros must offset the cons. And in this case, they didn’t. As much as supposed creative types like me tend to think of themselves as impulsive and willing to jump-off-the-cliff-for-the-thrill-of-it, in the end life’s big decisions usually come down to due consideration and the application of common sense. A revelation? Not really. My mother used to warn me, “That crazy mind of yours will get you into trouble one day.” And she was right. Trouble, indeed, has been a regular visitor at my doorstep over the years. But on this day, common sense somehow managed to come out on top. And so for now, while my dream seems to have dissipated, my life is intact. Glory be.