As of this week, I am a film widow. My man is going out to scout locations for his movie and doing casting all week, so I am by my lonesome. 
I have lots of things to do in the meantime, though, and I'll get to see him a little before I go to bed each night. He makes me coffee every morning too, so I'll get to see him before I go to work as well. Mwahhh!!! Doesn't it all make you want to vomit?
His efforts are being met with the kind of return he deserves for a change, so I'm happy to put up with the difficult hours and the general annoyance of it all. Hopefully this will at least secure a decent living for him for the next year so he can concentrate on other writing projects. It's hard to see him write and not just be able to be done with it when the final draft is turned in. Movies are a bitch because he directs and edits too, so the whole process isn't finished for at least a year once the ball starts rolling. Seeing this process first hand has definitely removed all my foolish notions that this life is glamourous. It kind of sucks, but he's oddly, more miserable without it, so c'est la guerre.
Anynoodle, it will be nice to get reacquainted with my sewing machine and the cat.
I have lots of things to do in the meantime, though, and I'll get to see him a little before I go to bed each night. He makes me coffee every morning too, so I'll get to see him before I go to work as well. Mwahhh!!! Doesn't it all make you want to vomit?
His efforts are being met with the kind of return he deserves for a change, so I'm happy to put up with the difficult hours and the general annoyance of it all. Hopefully this will at least secure a decent living for him for the next year so he can concentrate on other writing projects. It's hard to see him write and not just be able to be done with it when the final draft is turned in. Movies are a bitch because he directs and edits too, so the whole process isn't finished for at least a year once the ball starts rolling. Seeing this process first hand has definitely removed all my foolish notions that this life is glamourous. It kind of sucks, but he's oddly, more miserable without it, so c'est la guerre.
Anynoodle, it will be nice to get reacquainted with my sewing machine and the cat.