Okay well this is a very strange feeling. I woke up with the same mindset I have had for the last 5 months. Which, in essence, was something like this: “GO GO GO CREATE CREATE CREATE AND DON’T FORGET TO EAT NOW AND THEN” And that’s been my life while making The Last Shark. To the exclusion of all else, that’s what it took to make it. And yesterday at approximately 9 AM…I finished making it. I sent it via WeTransfer to the Premiere venue in Capetown for conversion and testing on their sound system. But I was so exhausted and worn out by then…there were still so many things to organize that I didn’t even clock that moment as significant. I sent the 9 GB file from a friend’s house because they have a fiber internet connection. My friend’s took one look at me and said “you look haggard”. Frankie and I didn’t even take the time to celebrate or talk about the fact that the finish line had been crossed. That’s how busy things have been with lining up screenings.

I took an afternoon nap because I couldn’t stay awake any longer…I woke up and worked until 10 on screenings logistics.

Now here I am. In bed. In Vermont. And I just had a call with Frankie, in South Africa where I realized that there’s really nothing left for me to create. And…now it’s hitting me. I did cross the finish line. It’s done. She has about 16 screenings that she is personally attending and speaking at there. Her work is far from done. But my work of crafting that film, of Directing and scripting and shaping and living on that timeline…it’s completely over. Wow. I have been carrying my role in this project for a year and just like that, it’s done.

I literally have no idea what to do with myself now. How strange. Making a movie has got to be one of the strangest of endeavors.