Long monologue written without a great deal of thought and the need to be perfect on camera with barely any time to prepare and good lordy bunghole I should likely have outsourced that one. The money didn’t balance the work. I wanted a get out early when I realised it was a thought frame with some bits of legalese and other bits of just words. “Likely he will be checking his notes,” I tried, to no avail. “Will there be an autocue?” I didn’t have full context. This is a student piece. This makes sense of why they are asking too much for too little, but I would have done well to know that going in.
I’m still surprised at myself for having learned as much as I did with the time I had. This overlapped with Loutime at the end of Paris. I’ve seen nothing of her and we are still so busy. For me to do it properly would have involved two good days of structured learn time, with sleeps programmed in. I chose to give my thoughts to Lou instead of the text, so the text suffered. It’s a lonely job, line learning. I’m fine about the fact I was remembering on camera. But right there, that’s three students who won’t have me on the top of their list when they hit the industry. insha’Allah. “We’ll fix it in post.” They’ll have to. But they were always going to. Long takes, odd thoughtwriting. I did what I could and I did it well for camera. But I didn’t manage to go straight through.
Hey ho. I am not my job. I detest not doing it to the best of my ability but I’ve been too busy and they didn’t know what they were asking for. Fine if I can just give the thoughts, but when I discovered they needed to be phrased as they’d been hacked I switched out a touch. Still turned up, I think. Avoided the trap on the other side of work like that, where you wiggle your face and voice all over the place and look thrice titted. I’m happy to have been erring on the drop-side instead of the clown-side. Still, I wish there had been two more days in the world.
As it is, I drove up from Lou this morning, plungered most of it into my head, spat it out, went home.
Now it’s bedtime and it’s lovely to be back in London because but for a short power nap I literally haven’t stopped at home for months.
AlBarclay 