Athlete.

From 'Transnistra', my favorite film at IFFR

I know, I know. Super Bowl just ended. I think I'm actually a football fan. Need to check out 'Football for Dummies' from the library.

Back in the states and Rotterdam has left me with all the feels. All. The. Feels.

And the feeling that I need to... shift my perspective. Or focus. I don’t want to be an athlete for acting. I want to be an athlete for filmmaking.

I have this experience often at festivals. Specifically Rotterdam and SXSW. ‘This is all that matters.’ Slow, emphatic. I don’t actually care about American cinema/tv that much. I agree with Craig. It’s not where it’s at. All I wanna do is make films. And write. And travel the world. And do cool shit. And live everywhere. And have a kid. I mean is that so much?!

I’ll focus on the first four.

But I still want to act. To work as an actor. (I feel like I need to cue Italian mother, holding a rolling pin, who would enter and say 'Next week you gonna be an astronaut. You're like a child, I can't keep up wich you!') So I’m splitting it. The epic will be when I get double credit. Filming for instance – if I am in front of camera as well it will count twice. (Fuck yeah.)

So – seven hours a day. Three for writing, four for acting. Because I think three hours a day writing is actually quite a lot. Stephen King doesn’t do much more than that.

First objectives: Body, sleep, time, stalking.

1. Need to get my body right. Two months of moving and one international trip and I am fucked. Stretching primarily. Fitness and meditation.

2. Sleep. I’ve been trying to do this for awhile and failing miserably. Go to bed and wake up same time every day. And early. None of this two, three am shit. Reg-u-late.

3. Time. Keep a log. Where do the hours go??

4. Stalk everyone on IFFR website. Follow up with all contacts. See if I can make some connections through emails/socials—get people to send me their shit.

And also – space. I need to get my room functional. Working in a space that is not set up does not work.

BOOM. I know you thought I wasn’t serious.