Going far.
May. 30th, 2026 09:49 pmAs I work through Steven Spielberg's movies, it's a strange sensation to be watching something objectively gorgeous and terrifically well-made that simply doesn't do a whole lot for me. West Side Story was unquestionably good, and I had such a hard time getting into it for reasons beyond the joy of the spectacle.
As I work through editing, I take comfort in knowing I had a good time writing a given scene and if I need it later, I can use those words, and if the scene I'm working on right now says it's over, I need to listen to what I've got in front of me, not what's behind me. I don't know where the rest of the story's going, and I know not to look for places to put it - if I don't find anything, then that's not worth wringing my hands over.
As I try to keep myself from getting too restless while watching movies, I find I can easily touch my toes, though not put my palms to the floor. Something to possibly work through, as well.
As I work through editing, I take comfort in knowing I had a good time writing a given scene and if I need it later, I can use those words, and if the scene I'm working on right now says it's over, I need to listen to what I've got in front of me, not what's behind me. I don't know where the rest of the story's going, and I know not to look for places to put it - if I don't find anything, then that's not worth wringing my hands over.
As I try to keep myself from getting too restless while watching movies, I find I can easily touch my toes, though not put my palms to the floor. Something to possibly work through, as well.