29 December 2007

Falling Slowly

Did you ever wake up in the middle of your night sleep at 5.30 am on Saturday and then stay up jaded because you couldn’t decide what to do? It’s weird isn’t it? I went to bed around 2.30 am after spending some time writing the script. I stopped writing because I was kind of stuck and needed some time to think. So I went to bed reading a little bit of Erin Brockovich, Bournce Ultimatum, and then Chris Marker’s La Jetee! (don’t try it at home, …will not ever do that again!) I didn’t have enough neuron power to read the first two that much but got immersed into the last one, La Jetee. That night, or this early morning, or three hours ago, agh…whatever, I finally able to comprehend the real brilliance of that work since I was first introduced to it in a theory seminar in grad school four or five years ago. It really is a powerful and superb piece of work!

So, after that reading, it started the ticking bomb inside my skull, I closed my eyes but continued to think about the possibilities for my script. I actually woke up because it was so insane inside my skull, it seemed like there is another life on it’s own and I couldn’t control it. I was so intense on thinking and planning what I will do on Saturday. One of it is I couldn’t decide whether to go shopping with the girls and Johan or do some test recording with Daisy and Nikko, both of which I really want to do if I have two time universe. I woke up still dreaming or imagining doing the recording. Andrea, does that kind of things happen to you as a writer? What would you call that?

I know I used to do that in school, trying to think of a solution or idea for a project during sleep. That also reminds me of what Jose, my 70+ years old teacher and one the last disciples of Le Corbusier alive, used to tell me about the importance of having a passion in what you do. He said he used to wake up in the middle of the night and take a walk trying to think about a project. That’s what we need to have in doing something, the passion, he said. I always remember that one. So what now. It’s 6 o’clock on Saturday morning, don’t feel sleepy at all but too jaded to do anything else. I am just ‘falling slowly’, like Glen Hansard’s song in Once, into the insanity of ideas.

Search This Blog