A baker’s dozen of thoughts from the 14th annual LDS Film Festival, held March 4-7, 2015 at the SCERA in Orem in no particular order. Missionaries in Peril! (Again!)… “Freetown,” the opening night film, was excellent. Garrett Batty and team have done it again. I remember when I heard from Garrett at a previous film festival that the plan … Continue reading
5-something. I’ll take it. When it comes to waking up, it beats the usual 3-something. … Oops. I didn’t do that one thing from last Sunday at church. Better late than never? Probably not, but I’m doing it anyway, because that’s how I roll. Be right back. Back (see?). I’ll do better next time. Or … Continue reading
Garrett Batty went for it. No, I’m not talking about the filmmaker’s hugely successful efforts to produce a faith-based movie playing to audiences nationwide, although that’s pretty impressive, too. No, I’m talking about his daring move in a jam-packed filmmaker’s presentation last week at a film festival, where he spoke of his experience in bringing … Continue reading
I’m on page 26 of the screenplay. Not much to show for this week, page-count-wise. I’m going back and forth between mapping the sequences, then writing the scenes. Sort of a hybrid between my early days of writing without an outline and my later days of writing only once I’ve got the whole thing mapped … Continue reading
It’s Tuesday, maybe Wednesday, and Ken and I are at a fast food joint, having each polished off half of a six dollar burger (thereby saving not only our wallets, but our girlish figures!). Now we’re on round two of our sodas. We’ve both been working long hours in our day jobs lately, but we … Continue reading
It’s 3:11 in the morning. Again. I don’t quite get the allure of the 3 a.m. hour that makes my brain not want to miss it most nights. Usually, if I tell my brain to shut up and go back to sleep, it rewards me with a string of thoughts that can push through until morning. … Continue reading
Eight filmmakers climbed the mountain on a Friday afternoon in February, then huddled together at the top to try to figure something out. Granted, the mountain climbing was done in comfy vehicles. And the huddling was done in a toasty warm condo overlooking a heated, outdoor swimming pool where young aprés-skiers could work on their … Continue reading
I spent a few days in Southern California recently visiting my parents. They are wonderful and it is always good medicine to see them. While I was there, I spoke with a relative of mine who is a successful screenwriter. We lamented the state of the industry, although our respective corners of the industry could … Continue reading
Notes to Self 