It’s funny – every night now I go to bed thinking tomorrow will be the day I finally send my manuscript off – or at least contact an agent to get the ball rolling, and every day I wake up with something new to do before I can do anything. Right now the big thing I “have” to do is reshoot one of the promotional videos – the current one is just soooo sad and depressing, and really not quite hitting the mark to boot. So I want to reshoot, and my mind is currently churning over what I want in the final video. Thankfully, the second video is done exactly how I wanted, except the music which is what I wanted but I might end up having to change it.
I think the reason the original video misses the mark is because it tries to explain the memoir in detail. What I need to do is talk about why I wrote it and add in some detail along the way t0 give the viewer the basis for what it’s all about.
And all the while I’m trying to think of what to shoot, new and ever smaller details emerge that I have to think about putting in. Just today while I was out for my morning walk I turned up a street and smelled smoke. Suddenly I remembered that in Ireland the air always smelled of manure or smoke (or both). The smoke was either turf or coal, except from the fairy fort or the school dump where everything was burned, from rubber and plastic to wood and paper.
I’m hoping I’m thinking too hard, that the story will be quickly picked up by an agent and passed to an editor who will then guide me to the real finish line. I’m at my own finish line, I’m sure, but there’s still work to go.