The Time I Made a Movie.

I went to school originally to be a filmmaker. I had so many ideas that I wanted to see on a screen and not just in my head. But, real life, relationship issues, and an unsupportive advisor lead to me giving up my dream of being a badass indie chick making the festival circuit.

This year, I finally got to be on a 48 Hour Film Project team. I’ve been trying to do this for the last nine years, but the stars finally aligned. The premise is easy enough (or scary enough): you have forty-eight hours to write, shoot, edit, and submit a short film. You draw a genre, and hope and pray you don’t get musical. You have a line, a character, and a prop that all have to be incorporated into your film. And honestly, I had the best crew a writer could ask for.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to put my feelings into actual words, and I’m failing at it. The best way to describe the feeling afterward is like leaving summer camp. The joy of making something you never thought you’d be able to make. The laughs because you’re working until four in the morning two nights in a row. The bonding, because you’re all in this madness together, willingly. And the sorrow at the end, because it’s all over.

I’m lucky enough to have had two of my oldest friends on my team, and made new ones, too. (Which sounds so damn cheesy, sorry. But it’s true!) I’d missed actually creating something, and to finally have everything fall into place? Wouldn’t change it for the world.

So thanks, Jeffery, Corinna, Ted, Joe, Zach, Garin, Rome, Braethun, Tim, Erich, Lyle, Tall Jeffery, and Matteo for being a solid crew. Ya nerds.

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