About bloody time

A long time ago I mentioned that I was writing the screenplay to a short film. By 'long time ago' I mean something like three years, which in internet terms is practically centuries.

I wrote the screenplay. With the help of some sickeningly talented people we filmed it.  More sickening talent was then employed in editing it. Which, by the way, is a nail-bitingly-head-bangingly long process. Well, it is if you only devote a couple of hours a week to it.

But that was the thing, you see. Those of us involved in the process had our normal lives to live. Jobs, families, drinking habits. The stuff that gets in the way when you try to make plans.

Between us, we faced up to losing people close to us, including the lead actor in the film. The world threw distractions at us and finishing off a silly, amateur seven-minute short film didn't really seem like a priority.

But time moves on. You can see where this is going, can't you?

Be nice. It might be short. But it had a very, very long birth.