Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
And that, for a lack of a better explanation, has been how my life - and this film - have been going lately. I have been so very close to breaking during the course of this production, suffering through everything from simple computer glitches, to horrible drawing skills (I'm a terrible draftsman), to financial disaster, to family illness, and the dissolution of my marriage. Had you asked me where I was three days ago in terms of production, I would have responded: in hell.
But that was three days ago.
Now, the animation looks good. I'm nearly half way through animating the roughs for the film and it is truly beginning to feel solid. Furthermore, I'm actually looking forward to working on the finishing/polishing the cels and perfecting the shots. Beyond that, I'm realizing just how good it feels to be out from under the yoke of the company I've slaved under for the past six year. It has opened up possibilities, which is always a good thing. And in terms of money, there is a severence package, my 401K, and lately I'm becoming successful on ebay (selling items for more than twice the asking price). But the best part - the VERY best part - is that last night my wife told me she was sticking with me.
So, strangely enough, it all turns out well. But I have no idea how. It's a mystery.
Oh course, it's not over yet...
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