Who even remembers what day it is anymore? Not me! The days have blurred together and we’re in a studio and not running around to shift the set every five minutes, which makes the passage of time feel very strange indeed.
I barely made it to set on Day 11 at all. I mean, I was there, I just wasn’t near the camera. I was behind the scenes in our holding area solving eight million problems.
It was a day full of wacky disasters, all of which we fixed in the end, and all of which just ended up making me too tired to write a blog post until … well, three days later. Which might not seem like a long time to you, but in set time, it’s about six months.
To be totally honest, as I write this I’m having a hard time even remembering all the things that happened on Day 11, even though I do distinctly remember at the time thinking “wow, so many things happened today, it’ll make a great blog post”.
Joke’s on me. I guess I have to be more vigilant about staying up the extra half hour to write these after getting off set if I’m going to capture anything of note.
The one thing I can say about the problems that arose on Day 11 is that somehow, miraculously, we did actually solve them all. And meanwhile, on set, a whopping 10 pages of interrogation scenes got done and everything looked terrific.
The real lesson here is that time during a film shoot flies by so quickly that there’s never time to catch your breath. Three days ago I had a “day full of problems”. Today, I barely remember what those problems are. That doesn’t mean that they were insignificant. It only means (thankfully) that we solved them in time, and my brain was able to delete all worry related to them (permanently, it seems) from the ol’ memory banks. In a week or two I will only remember Day 11 with the greatest fondness, as a day when we got all our pages done, and not as a day when ten things quietly went wrong. And that is probably as it should be.