What a day that was

Grueling shoot. Hot lights, hot room, wool sportcoat, lots of on-site edits and wordsmithing.

Lots of copy. Plus legal issues that required multiple readings of whole sections of script with different name options.

Stinky-ass rental car. Seriously, it had the funk of death in it. I didn't dare open the trunk for fear of finding Jimmy Hoffa or the Lindbergh baby in it.

Voice doing funny things. Way up in my throat, tight and constricted and high. So I was struggling all day to bring it down into my knees -- or at least my chest.

In spite of all that, it was a pretty good day. Good people to work with and very appreciative, and I feel like I was able to do good work.

And the company I did it for is the same company I did a job for several years ago. I never managed to get footage for my reel, but now I've got a contact.

One big bad sign of the economy: places I've been calling to track down photos or video. The contact person's no longer there. In the case of a major financial services firm, the whole marketing department has been eliminated. Oy.

But with today's footage (or the video from a few years back), plus the Kentucky shoot from a couple of weeks ago, I think I'll finally have what I really need for balancing out and finishing my reel.

Ow, my throat hurts.