¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
08:01 GMT Wednesday 2nd July 2008. Wow. Still riding the adrenaline wave. Monday night finished the rewrite of the current playtest zone of Shadows of Quantinex (now onto Beta version 3). Tuesday morning I was able to switch back to writing EDGE, finished off a fight / action scene, writing with a martial art character…hard work but I’m pleased with the result. Got into work just after 9 to find, to my surprise, the film crew sitting there and one of the photographer guys… “What are you still doing here?” I asked, very puzzled; they were supposed to be in a taxi on their way to the first shoot location in Bristol. Today was the culmination of weeks of intense planning.
Turns out the presenter’s father died that morning: she wasn’t coming in.
Nobody was thinking up a back-up. Shit.
The director was currently on a train from London, inbound, heading for Bristol.
The client (major electronics corporation) was expecting results.
Not doing the shoot today, was not an option. Film crew got into taxi. I went looking for a presenter. Several people got involved. Phone calls made. Magazine editors harassed. Publishers tap-tap-tapping. I get a girl who looks great, talks great, has confidence in front of a camera. Grab a taxi. High-speed drive through countryside back to Bristol. Phone calls with film crew who are on-location now, but the filming permit for that place expires in an hour. We have three more locations to hit in the same day. But… slow down… breathe a little bit deeper… we get there. And we get some serendipity on our side. Things happen for us on camera. It’s good good good. Wrap-up at 7. Jump on a train back to Bath. Hook up with Ben, pick up my car, blast back to Bristol… go see WANTED…a film I was going to avoid because the trailers made it look shit, but an excellent movie. Late night beers. Crash. Zzzzz blisto.
This morning I’ve been working on Edge, and have uploaded the new Beta version (3) of Shadows of the Quantinex.
Time to grab another mug of tea: wake up Ben who’s in the spare room and then do the journey to work.
Djr