Inspiration is an interesting thing. It seems to be strongly influenced by our well-being and optimism. The last four months have been full of struggle. Events outside of my control conspired to make life hard, which left me with very little time to think about creative work. I wanted a project that will make me excited, something that I can have fun exploring, and something I can return as a sort of a mental sanctuary. I wanted something beyond the daily existence to preoccupy me.
Then, a few of days ago I had an idea for a short film. The idea kept growing and more details emerged as if I was channeling something. I spent the next days scribbling the incoming thoughts and now I have a rough draft. I spent a lot of time musing about details like sound design and production, background movements and their effect on viewers, acceptable and superfluous tropes, etc. The idea has taken a life of its own.
I will share more details here as they reify.
And, yes, of course—it's science fiction. 🪐
My mother-in-law passed away last week after a protracted illness. She lived a hard but full life, and she was a huge source of inspiration for many people that had the opportunity to meet her. I feel lucky to have known her for a bit over a decade.
If you'd like to read more about her past, her obituary is available here:
Good bye, sweet Kay. You will forever be missed.
From the moment we landed, in a slow evolving sequence, all three of us became sick with stomach flu. And then COVID came into our orbit. We are all relatively well at the moment, though.
The biggest challenge to work has been the lack of established routine. Our tiny one feels insecure at this new place, and we've had many (many) very late nights. Her usual bedtime of ~7 P.M. has shifted to anywhere between 10 P.M. – 4 A.M., and that has rendered any day-planning completely futile. We are at her whim, trying to squeeze in whatever work we can. Relaxing in the sun and reading sounds like a fever dream right now. The vacation part of this vacation can't come soon enough. 🐚
I'm about to test my company's ability to support remote work, as well as my own capacity to execute asynchronously: my family is taking a 2-month trip to Europe in a couple of days, and I'll work with 6-8 hours of difference between me and the rest of the team for the first month. As much as I'm looking forward to it, I'd be lying if I said it was not making me a bit nervous. Though, spending that second month at the beach as a reward should make it worthwhile. 🏖
I always found my own words to read too familiar and expected, and therefore likely not interesting to others. On the other hand, when I revisit my older writing, I usually find some draw in the words I've since forgotten.
The Imposter Syndrome looms large, so I'll use this space to create a writing habit to overcome it. In hopes I will not bore you to death—until the next time.