Today we had auditions. Imagine your script re-imagined by two dozen people, each of whom bring their own humanity, skills and talent to the parts. Yes, it's that much fun.
Also, some of our actors were hysterical. We were bursting into laughter at the end of the take.
What was particularly thrilling was getting to direct the actors, and trying to find imaginative circumstances to give them that would provoke a reading closer to what I imagine the scene to be. (You don't want to just ask for the result you want, or you don't harness the actor's humanity or imagination; you just get a mimic.)
We have some roles already nailed down, and great candidates for the others.
Tomorrow we'll look at the tapes we made. People look differently onscreen than they do in person. Actors often look much better onscreen than off.
Storyboards are moving along nicely from our storyboard artist. We're looking at d.p. reels. We have a great candidate for a composer. It's coming together. It will be frustrating to ship our package off to the funding agencies and then wait three months to hear. But then, it's already the dead of winter, and we wouldn't want to be shooting outdoors next month anyway.
Meanwhile nothing much is happening on any other front. It's the time of year when showbiz wraps up its biz. No one's really taking on new projects. I'm revising an old spec feature, and working on TV pitches for next year. Nice thing about being a writer: you can always write. You may not get paid for it, but you can always write.