Booked the train tickets to Newcastle from where we will be getting the boat to Sweden. I wish I could fast forward the next week. Haven't felt that way since I was a child. Just thinking about packing up the house and moving everything to the lockup is making me a bit ill. Then there is the traveling with the harddrives, the CPU and the 500 tapes. I think Patrick and I will have room for one change of clothes each.
I'm so thankful to all of the people who helped with the Grant. And the London Film School people have been great. They've allowed me to work full time for the past 3 months, sorted me out with two hard drives and given me loads of moral support for this upcoming adventure.
I can't wait to sink my teeth into the edit. I've been moaning about logging and digitizing for the past 6 months, but I must remember that this is the first part of the editing process.
I think about James Joyce. "After graduation in 1902 the twenty-year-old Joyce went to Paris, where he worked as a journalist, teacher and in other occupations under difficult financial conditions" says his biographer. I like "and in other occupations under difficult financial conditions." His life inspires me.
They say he lived an uneventful life by today's standards. That's how I feel about my life. But, I'm always rewriting it in my head.
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