At nine-thirty tonight I find myself ironing a sheet. Tomorrow is the start of shooting for the short film Fleur-de-lis.
I think everything is ready. It’s such an odd collection of details and ideas I’m not sure that there isn’t something missing.
Five years have passed since I last filmed anything or directed anybody. I hope I remember what to do. I hope we get some good stuff. I hope nothing goes horribly wrong. I hope most of all that we have fun.
Because as I was ironing, having prepared my bucket of soil, I found myself thinking ‘what am I doing?’
And then I stopped listening to that bit of my brain and decided to just let myself enjoy the madness -it’s going to be fun.