It's done. On dvd in all its glory. All its glitches. All the missed lighting opportunities. The small serendipity moments that made up for all the short comings of having such a small crew and so little experience and knowledge. But I can say, it's done. I know I could edit it forever. Reshoot scenes I failed to light. Reperform voiceover. Record folley. But, honestly, I'm sick of this project - working on it anyway. I think that's normal. I wrote the story in 1998 as a short for freshman creative writing. Dusted it off and revised it during my short MFA stint. Made it great. Failed making my first short last year. But in the past year I've been determined to produce something - to learn - to see a story, a string of words and sounds and encrypted images come alive before my eyes - and eventually the eyes of others. Watering Stones always has been the story I've previsualized most. Sure, it could use some touches...but one day, I'll look back at this short and wonder how the hell I pulled it off...knowing little if anything about actual production, having little if anything besides a great story, determination, and a few great friends to guide me through, and an awesome wife to kick me in the ass whenever I doubted myself. (not to mention awesome kids! - as seen in the film). I don't often lift my creations up with confidence like this...but that's just another thing I better get used to doing...because if I can't...who the hell will. Thanks to all that inspired this effort...you all know who you are.
