Caitlín R. Kiernan (
greygirlbeast) wrote2011-10-16 10:27 pm
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On the Set (Day 3)
Everyone's on her or his way home now (Boston, Philadelphia, Framingham, Washington D.C.). Three amazing days of work are behind us. Much more work lies ahead, and the first edit of the trailer (there will be several, and yes, a DVD at some point) won't be done until January. But, undoubtedly, many hours of footage was shot for, at most, a four minute film.
I am sore, and sleepless, and my head's swimming, and I went three days and hardly ate. And I haven't yet gotten to see last week's episode of Fringe (spoilers will get you dead). But I wouldn't have traded this experience for the world. I watched moments from the The Drowning Girl: A Memoir brought to life through the alchemy of effort, talent, patience, luck, and persistence. After all my years of publishing, I am not ashamed to say that I learned many things I wish I'd learned years ago. And new projects will happen because I have learned these lessons.
I'm too tired to say very much, I only want to lie down and shut my eyes. But...yesterday we made it to Rolling Dam (the location that inspired the novel), and watched Sara become the marvelously predatory Siren of Millville. Never mind the water was fucking freezing, and rough enough it's a wonder she wasn't swept away. In time, you will see the beauty of those moments, but later. We can't show all our cards at once.
I sat with Nicola at Thundermist Falls in Woonsocket as the sun set, and coached her on what Imp would be doing and thinking and how she would move. I watched Imp try to drown in a bathtub, and panicked Abalyn carry her down a narrow hallway. In time, you'll see. We shot in the Providence Athenaeum (thank you, Super Librarian Women!), and other locales around the city today.
We've thanked each other, and wished we didn't have to leave, that we could keep working on this thing. But that's not how art is meant to be, is it? No, it's not. A special thank you to our absent genius, Michael Zulli. And to everyone who donated even so much as a single dollar to the Kickstarter crowdsourcing drive that made this happen.
My brains are running out my ears. But before I go, here are a few more shots:

Working with Imp at Rolling Dam (Blackstone, Mass.) on Saturday.

India Morgan Phelps in Woonsocket, RI on Saturday.

Eva beds Imp and teaches her to sing (this morning, Providence, RI)

We done good, and this is us. Goat Girl Films?
All photographs Copyright © Kyle Cassidy and Sara Murphy 2011
I drank the blood of angels from the bottle,
Just to see if I could call the lightning down.
It hasn't struck me yet, and I would wage my soul to bet
That there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow. — Brown Bird, "Blood of Angels"
I am sore, and sleepless, and my head's swimming, and I went three days and hardly ate. And I haven't yet gotten to see last week's episode of Fringe (spoilers will get you dead). But I wouldn't have traded this experience for the world. I watched moments from the The Drowning Girl: A Memoir brought to life through the alchemy of effort, talent, patience, luck, and persistence. After all my years of publishing, I am not ashamed to say that I learned many things I wish I'd learned years ago. And new projects will happen because I have learned these lessons.
I'm too tired to say very much, I only want to lie down and shut my eyes. But...yesterday we made it to Rolling Dam (the location that inspired the novel), and watched Sara become the marvelously predatory Siren of Millville. Never mind the water was fucking freezing, and rough enough it's a wonder she wasn't swept away. In time, you will see the beauty of those moments, but later. We can't show all our cards at once.
I sat with Nicola at Thundermist Falls in Woonsocket as the sun set, and coached her on what Imp would be doing and thinking and how she would move. I watched Imp try to drown in a bathtub, and panicked Abalyn carry her down a narrow hallway. In time, you'll see. We shot in the Providence Athenaeum (thank you, Super Librarian Women!), and other locales around the city today.
We've thanked each other, and wished we didn't have to leave, that we could keep working on this thing. But that's not how art is meant to be, is it? No, it's not. A special thank you to our absent genius, Michael Zulli. And to everyone who donated even so much as a single dollar to the Kickstarter crowdsourcing drive that made this happen.
My brains are running out my ears. But before I go, here are a few more shots:

Working with Imp at Rolling Dam (Blackstone, Mass.) on Saturday.

India Morgan Phelps in Woonsocket, RI on Saturday.

Eva beds Imp and teaches her to sing (this morning, Providence, RI)

We done good, and this is us. Goat Girl Films?
All photographs Copyright © Kyle Cassidy and Sara Murphy 2011
I drank the blood of angels from the bottle,
Just to see if I could call the lightning down.
It hasn't struck me yet, and I would wage my soul to bet
That there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow. — Brown Bird, "Blood of Angels"
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Mazel tov.
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Wish you'd been there.
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I don't get this SFW/NSFW thing. Are we not adults? Are bosses not adults? Is a booby not a fact of life? Is the capacity to do one's job vulnerable to sudden and total collapse at the sight of homos hugging?
Honestly, if I were a boss, I don't think I'd want to employ anyone so fragile that I would need to police them against the sight of a booby/homo/weener/bajingo/etc. I mean, as long as you're not masturbating on company time, why should it matter what you look at, if it doesn't stop you doing the job you're being paid for?
It's possible that this is either a product or a cause of my chronic inability to hold down a job. Though as Bill Hicks said; The very idea that anyone could be my boss, well...I think you see the conflict. Not in this lifetime, Charlie.
After all that, you seem to be subtly giving us all the finger, there.
Wrap party? ;D
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Perfectly safe for *my* work, but some days I work naked just because I can, so make of that what you will.
I don't get this SFW/NSFW thing. Are we not adults? Are bosses not adults? Is a booby not a fact of life? Is the capacity to do one's job vulnerable to sudden and total collapse at the sight of homos hugging?
No, the whole thing is beyond me. I think the very concept of NWF or NSFF or whatever is a bullshit concept. Which is why I said, "Like I give a shit."
Wrap party?
Actually, that sort of happened Friday night. I think we were all so glad to have survived the monsoon, that's the night fairly copious amounts of alcohol were consumed.
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Thank you for all of the sneak peaks, but thanks especially for sharing the location photos. It's very cool to be able to see some of the places that inspired your writing of the novel.
It's always been very important to me, location. My books almost always been with the discovery of a location.
What a sensation it must be to see it come to life in front of you!
A weird combination of "this is incredibly cool" and "this is sort of unnerving."
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In place of images of supernatural sapphic rapture I'm getting little wee boxes with red Xs in 'em. Color me disappointed.
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That's odd that Opera was having a problem. They're just standard .jpg files.
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This series of shots (there are many others) was definitely one of the weekend's golden moments.
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Thank you for sharing these photos and the others.
You're welcome. Frankly, I'm surprised more people haven't commented on them.