This week has been full of writing – half of which wasn’t really for the script. In an almost frenetic way, I’ve been busy drafting marketing letters and sponsorship proposals to send out to so many people and companies. Our producer and accountant have been providing a great deal of help, but most of the work still falls on my shoulder. I was quite adamant that I do NOT get credited as producer (which is why I tried to settle the issue of finding one – or two for that matter – early on), but considering how much time I’ve been spending on producing tasks, I think I will have to get credited for that, too.
It didn’t help that this was a long weekend and offices were shutting down as early as Thursday afternoon. Still, I rushed and managed to get everything finished and sent out by then. The new script draft, I already finished last Tuesday. All of a sudden, I found myself with nothing really urgent to do this weekend. Thus the time to write this.
This should normally be a welcome respite from all the stress of writing – which I’ve always believed to be one of the most stressful things in the world. This should normally be the time that I recharge; the time when the powers that be should be reading the stuff I’ve written and I bask in the tentative relief that it is now out of my hands. In this case, the onus to read and analyze and criticize the new script are on my tutors and heads of departments. The proposals that need to be polished or deliberated and approved are on my production staff and the companies and organizations to which we’ve sent them.
Then I remember that despite the break I get as producer and writer, I’m slated to direct this as well – in less than two weeks! And I remember that in the midst of all this brainstorming and consultations and writing and sending letters and proposals, I should already be making my storyboard and shot lists, discussing my plans with the production designer and the DP. Breaking down the script with my AD. Rehearsing with my actors. Preparing.
That’s when I also remember that despite the decent job I’ve been doing as producer, it’s been taking me away from my primary role as the director. This is why long before this project even began, I was already opening myself to the idea of directing another writer’s script. Yet here I am now, not only writing the film I’m directing, but also producing in fact.
I have a great deal of respect for writer-producer-directors, but that’s not my cup of tea. I think I would even enjoy doing each separately. But for now, I’d much rather stick to one specific job. And right now, it’s definitely not producing.