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Father of twins and novelist/filmmaker/musician
in New York on the
Upper Upper Upper Upper
Upper West Side.
People complain about musicals.
Nobody just stops in the street
I say you know the wrong people.
They say:
and breaks into song.
ILY: Rough cut
I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY, AND I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN,
now in post-production.
I've spent the week in Louisville, Kentucky, teaching at the Novels In Progress Workshop during the day and cutting video in my room at night. Around 1:30 this morning, I dragged the very last shot (the guns coming up) into my Final Cut Pro file, trimmed it so it ended at just the right moment, and added a few seconds of black afterward, and we had a rough cut.
The running time is 18:44. By the time I'm done finessing the edits and finding places to (as I said over and over to my Tightening Your Writing students) cut or combine, it'll be in the 15-to-16-minute range. Then maybe 20 seconds for the title sequence and 30 for the end credits.
I generally leave my door open until I knock off so students with the midnight disease can talk to me. A few, padding down the hall to the communal bathroom with visions of story structure throbbing in their heads, may have wondered first where that odd giggling was coming from and then what kind of instructor they'd just spent their money on.
Next is the Syracuse Film Festival, where CREDO is up for three awards, and then I'm home home home, working on the second cut of the new film, writing a nonfiction proposal and then getting back to the novel, and giving two little boys tummy raspberries, bubble baths, and wagon rides to the park.
No more traveling. Home for a while.
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