*Inhales before blowing the dust off the production diary*
First, the good news. I suppose I should call it, “the news,” since saying there is good news implies that there is bad news to follow. I don’t have any bad news, which is also good news. Sure, progress is slower on the back nine of Adios, Cowboy, than it was on the front, but the work is getting done and that is what matters.
Also, scroll down and look at the dials. Look where we are as of today. Nice.
If I really had my shit locked down, I would have planned for this day such that 69% of the editing was done. Then I could have turned the triple-69 production dairy, released on the 4th of July, into some homage to Bill Pullman’s speech in Independence Day.
“Today we celebrate our triple-69 day.”
Now imagine that one guy really energetically saluting Bill Pullman. Actually, forget about imagining. I shall conjure him below.
For the life of me, I can’t imagine being organized enough to make that bit work naturally. Also, if I poured that much more of my time into this project, it probably would have suffered, if not entirely tanked, from the stress incumbent upon a single-minded mania. I know some people can create that way, but after writing more than 30,000 words about the same damn TV show, I needed to pump the breaks on my expectations of productivity.
My goal for the rest of this week is to get the review of episode 23 done and episode 24 noted by Sunday evening. In a perfect world, I will have the entire series reviewed by the time I hit Ad Astra next weekend. I look forward to spending that weekend having people tell me how wrong I am about this series, and why I don’t understand its “art.”