With the ONUS shooting days creeping up on me like a creature lurking in the dark shadows of a Gothic mansion, I find myself woefully under-prepared for what lay ahead. And while I know that I'm not really all that unprepared, there's a sense that something might go wrong.
It's the same feeling I get when I'm about to go on a roller-coaster. I know it's perfectly safe and I know everything is sorted, but... what if?
So I'm spending the week rushing about desperately trying to get things finished in between being asked by people from all over the place to complete tasks which, truth be told, probably don't need doing, trying to contend with all of this is also spending actual time with my family, which is the part I sort of want to do, because, well... it's the summer holidays and so far I've spent most of it editing, writing, trying to sort out kit and so on and so forth.
I think part of the fear about the ONUS shoot isn't so much that we're under-prepared (which we sort of are but sort of aren't at all really), it's the sinking feeling of realising that I'm not going to be able to spend that time with my family. As silly as it sounds I've actually grown rather fond of them since they arrived.
Still, I suppose this is what Skype is for, right? And I suspect I'll be so busy of the course of the production that I won't have time to fully miss them. Regardless, I'm starting to feel homesick already and I haven't actually left yet.
Anyway, I need to go and continue on my gradual mental breakdown, trying to find time to squeeze in all of these disparate tasks somehow while making sure my kids know I love them. Perhaps I shouldn't have wasted the fifteen minutes or so it took me to write this blog?