Visiting George in L.A. has got me thinking seriously about moving there and spending the next couple of years writing and trying to get a picture made.
I suspect that for me, another six months abroad will go a long way. I mean, I’m enjoying learning how to be a bum, but it’s not really my nature. I’m happiest when I’m in the midst of things – struggling, forging alliances and overcoming problems and, dammit, making something. That’s why I’ve been coming up with all these crazy ideas lately, like shooting a documentary in Cuba or Madrid.
Seeing George made me realize I want to be making mainstream, American, theatrical features. I’ve been dreaming about it for years, but pursuing it only in fits and starts, and from afar, while I spend the rest of my time circling around it… preparing myself, for Christ’s sake, as if I weren’t yet worthy to try to breach the ramparts, or something.
I don’t regret any of the things I’ve done in the meantime – Prince, Prince 2, New York, Salamanca – but now I’m asking myself: What, exactly, am I waiting for? I know what I want to do with my life. Why not just do it?
Ken set up a meeting for me at Leonard Nimoy’s company. The guy I met with, Bill Blum, liked Bird of Paradise, but is leaving to start his own production company. He said he wants to keep me in mind for the future. All basically meaningless, but considering it was my first movie-biz meeting since 1988 and In the Dark, I’m not complaining.
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