Message from Monster Island
Hi People,
Before I begin, first I’d like to say: Thanks for reading. I’ve been out of touch since October of last year as life-thing after life-thing occurred and well, you know the drill. Bloggies tended to get less frequent as I withdrew into hibernation to finish the film. However, in the spirit of holiday warm and fuzzies, I posted a video that represents a small percentage of my time away (I’ll cut a new trailer for the film and that will represent the remainder ;).
1). Good News though: I DO have a substantial cut of NO Cross, NO Crown accomplished. I know to some of you that may seem like no big whoop– it has been a while after all. I urge you to keep in mind it’s a one-girl band who has had some loss, lows and let downs. But just know that I always stop to be grateful for the good things and charging to the finish line with this documentary is indeed a good thing. Special thanks to Scott Rosann for his repeated feedback (I wasn’t an editor when I started this project…) and to everyone else who suffered through rough cuts.
2). I switched from Associate Producing Smith Barney Television to Producing for the Merrill Lynch Video Network. In an effort to assure you that my employment situation as I edit the film is not totally void, just know that I scripted and directed with 3D animator and digital artiste Chiam Bianco.
3). Last but not least, I moved to Monster Island, NY which was as exhausting as it was extensive (I was in my last apartment for seven years). Now I live in the southern-most county of the state (of all the counties, I suppose I should be the southern-most). Who knew I would love it so much. Acquainted so well with roommates and pesky neighbors, I thought I’d miss the lot. It’s been five months and I can’t fathom living like that ever again. It’s nice to wash my hands of all the bad experiences and exposures in the old place while basking in only the sweet memories of the good ole days (Come on. Who really liked their twenties?). Here’s a view from my little nest on top of a hill overlooking the bay into what is now MY forgotten borough. Bye Brooklyn. Perhaps I’ll inhabit you again one day.
Thanks pals,
Amy