2016 has been quite the year so far huh? No matter what happened, it always seemed to be bring out the best, and the worst in people. And, due to social media, we learned that maybe we didn’t know our friends as well as we thought we did after they expressed opinions on whatever current event was happening at that time.
While writing Camisado, Starr and I talked a lot about depression and the effects it has on your life. I will willingly admit that my view of depression and suicide was very narrow minded before then. Simply brushing it off as selfish.
I’ve recently interviewed for a different job—one that would involve more of a drive. It’s been an stressful time for me, weighing pros and cons to try to decide what’s best for my family. And it has brought up a lot of the issues we address in Yellow (aka We Can Work it Out).
Today was Father’s day. It’s always such a weird time for me. The church as a whole seems to focus Mother’s day on moms and daughters. And Father’s day on Father’s and sons. Being a father of two daughters and no sons I always felt kind of left out.
Tonight’s scene was easily the hardest scene I’ve had to film to date. It was a late addition, one that Bill wrote based in part on conversations we’ve had about how we’re preparing for our kids’ teenage years.
It was hard to act, I think, because it was more emotionally vulnerable than I’d have written for myself.
Yesterday I went walking with a few people from work during our afternoon break. One of the people I walked with was a girl who is about 6 months pregnant. As we were walking she was talking about getting ready for the baby, bills, all the things one who is nesting discusses.