12 Films. 12 Weeks. There are worse ways to spend a summer.

The Blastula Brainchild

If this project is my and Keith’s bizarro lovechild, then I think this past week is the period where it doesn’t really feel like anything has changed, even though our lives are about to change utterly. I’ve sent out a bunch of emails to potential co-collaborators (writers & directors mostly) but gotten tepid to nonexistent responses. Maybe I’m not selling this operation well enough but I think that most creative people just have something going on all the time. They have their own babies to nurture and grow. Plus, it’s hard to convince people that the baby in our bellies is going to be the next LeBron James and worth feeding and potty training. Hopefully, he’ll start dunking sometime in June.

Next Objectives: Post on BreakdownServices.com for actors and on Craigslist for writers.

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Conception

Keith and I met today at the Root Hill Cafe and at 2:09PM we shook hands, formally agreeing to sally forth into the summer and commit ourselves entirely to making 12 films in 12 weeks. At the moment we have no cast, no crew and no scripts. Away we go!

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