DV Magazine Panic

Each month I write a page for DV Magazine. I like to think nobody but Tricia and the editor of DV read it. Assuming that there's no-one out there cares, gives me the freedom to write what I like. So it's of kind of blog except I get paid and I write only 700 words. A bit like the 2-29 concept. I try to hit the 700 word mark - maximum over is 15 = 715. Of course on 2-59, I hit the mark to the second.

I’m good, I’ve written two Production Diaries, “The Diceman Cometh” for April’s DV issue and “Dead in Dorking” for May’s.

Yesterday, an email from the high ‘n mighty DV editor, David Williams.

Hey Stefan, I want a Production Diary about NAB for our special NAB issue. You know some funny NAB stories. Don’t worry, we’ll use “Diceman in Dorking” some other time.

Write NAB stories? He wants funny ones? No way…

I take my MacBook Pro outside onto the deck. I start typing. The sun sets. It gets cold. I've written three articles and all three are crap.

This morning I'm up at 3:00. That's a.m. middle of the night. I try to get back to sleep, worrying about the new article that's needed by midday.

Then I have it! By 4:00 a.m. it's 90% written and I'm asleep again, I'll post it here once it is on line.

Here's me at NAB in 2008 loking at myself in 3D.