Writing is full of delicious highs and gutter-licking lows. It’s a bitter sweet life.
Know what else is bitter sweet? Being a film producer. I mentioned in a post a few days back that my husband will be producing a film in San Francisco in May and June and we (baby, big kid and I) are planning to go up to spend the two months with him. Well, we were supposed to leave on Sunday, and now, on Thursday (yes, just days before it’s set to begin), it looks like the whole movie might fall apart. That’s how the film business works. One day you’re making a movie, the next your not. At least as a writer you’re more or less subject to your own whims and distractions.
It takes a lot of patience and flexibility to live the life of a creative professional. In fact, I think it would be really hard if one of us had a regular job and the other was constantly changing plans, but since we both live and breath this uncertainty called art, we manage it together. I think the hardest part (if, in fact the project does fall through) will be explaining it to our daughter. We spent the last three weeks prepping her for the idea that we’ll be in San Francisco, away from her friends, for two months, and now we 180 and say “yeah, never mind all that, let’s stay home.”
Oh well, this is the life she was born into. When it comes to family hardships, changing plans on a dime is hardly the worst of them.