Fuck, man.
I get these crazy deadlines out of nowhere. Well not really out of nowhere, I know they're coming and I could totally prepare myself better for them, but I don't. Instead, I end up having to rush it out within a couple of days, which stresses me to no end.
The real bitch about it is that my work is almost always consistantly better this way. It would be much easier on me if I could find the motivation/inspiration to cut in a steady workflow, as opposed to these cram sessions, but when the schedule's tight and I don't have time to second guess my own work, and thus cut my legs out from under me.
It's been like this all my life. Certainly in high school, definately in college (where this work pattern was at its most effective), in my own filmmaking endevors (I cut Life in the Cage in two and a half months with no assistant editor, no producer save myself, and no direction from anyone), and as an editor working for the man.
The other problem is is that it doesn't end there. This weekend I've got a photo shoot for an article I'm co-writing, I've still got the DVD featurette for Pride FIghting Championships which is due on the 1st (and believe me, I've thought about calling them and saying, "Oh, you think I have a first cut? APRIL FOOLS!"), and probably more on Return of Pink Five.
I'm like a sado-masochist of work flow. I'm sure I'm not the only one. In fact I know I'm not. Who else here shoots themselves in the foot with work?
I get these crazy deadlines out of nowhere. Well not really out of nowhere, I know they're coming and I could totally prepare myself better for them, but I don't. Instead, I end up having to rush it out within a couple of days, which stresses me to no end.
The real bitch about it is that my work is almost always consistantly better this way. It would be much easier on me if I could find the motivation/inspiration to cut in a steady workflow, as opposed to these cram sessions, but when the schedule's tight and I don't have time to second guess my own work, and thus cut my legs out from under me.
It's been like this all my life. Certainly in high school, definately in college (where this work pattern was at its most effective), in my own filmmaking endevors (I cut Life in the Cage in two and a half months with no assistant editor, no producer save myself, and no direction from anyone), and as an editor working for the man.
The other problem is is that it doesn't end there. This weekend I've got a photo shoot for an article I'm co-writing, I've still got the DVD featurette for Pride FIghting Championships which is due on the 1st (and believe me, I've thought about calling them and saying, "Oh, you think I have a first cut? APRIL FOOLS!"), and probably more on Return of Pink Five.
I'm like a sado-masochist of work flow. I'm sure I'm not the only one. In fact I know I'm not. Who else here shoots themselves in the foot with work?
miffy:
I think of you when I see ads on tv for pride or k1 or something that involves vicious man-fighting.
laputaria:
You goin to Grapplers Quest?