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I am sitting in a car in downtown Seattle. It is 5:28AM and I haven’t slept. There is no one on the streets except the crazies and a lonely street sweeper who looks at me with disdain as he passes. Everyone else on the movie is at home, asleep or just waking up. Whereas I am waiting for an actor who has agreed to get up unreasonably early to be in movie that we he knows absolutely nothing about. A movie that has to be completely finished in 16 hours. It is clear I’m not going to sleep at all during this entire project. It is at this point that I realize that working on films really is the thing I should be doing. I will sacrifice sleep… sanity… just about anything to finish and facilitate projects. I would not do this for any other thing that could be considered a job. This is probably unhealthy and I know that, but it is important for me to give it what I have before the tectonic plates of my existence shift and destroy this fragile bubble I am currently living in both creatively and professionally. Even if the thing I’m working on is a low-stakes 24 hour film race.

I think I have a demented notion of “fun.” I don’t see that changing anytime soon.