Phase Two: Complete

Official wrap on the Hull Damage Book Teaser*. I'll enjoy a hearty night's sleep today.

Again, no spoilers, but I'll confess that, a few times during the shooting, I may have gotten a little misty-eyed. As sappy as that may sound, there's something quite indescribable about seeing ones characters, especially characters that've lived in my head for so many years, finally given flesh. There was, on the drive yesterday, a moment where I realized that, with Steven driving and Joanna riding shotgun, Nemo and Moira were finally captain and first mate, even if only of an automobile.

I've never exactly had much head for expressing gratitude but without such gracious friends, I'd never have imagined any of this. I'm beaming today.
 

Triforce fo' life.

 On a related note, if you head over to my conveniently-linked fan page, you'll find an entire album of similar production stills from the previous two days of shooting, filmed (with one notable exception from Joanna) by Steven's adorable fiancé. Avail yourself.

*Officially titled, for the purposes of IMDb, as Hull Damage: First Mate.

Phase One: Complete

As I need to awaken again with tomorrow's dawn, I've very little time remaining to blog properly and I promise all ye faithful that, Monday's blog post will be immense and voluminous.

We wrapped Joanna Canton on the Hull Damage book teaser* today. A TREMENDOUS, heartfelt thank you to her for her willingness to run around and play a bounty hunter pro bono. Few and far between are professional actors down to jive for free on the level she was jiving. Thanks again, Joanna.

I'd elaborate on how well the shooting went today and explain my emotions surrounding the proceedings but, I think I'd rather let the teaser, upon its release, be the judge.

That being said, here's a silly picture for you.

The friendliest you will ever see Nemo and Moira.

We return to No'tiukki tomorrow, to grab all of Steven's coverage.

For the record, space pirates are really cool. Anybody who don't think that, there's the door.

*Which is what I'm calling it from now on. As a contained scene, "trailer"'s more than a misnomer.

I'm Too Excited To Think Of A Title So I'll Just Do This

I'd make some metaphor about storms and calms before but I ain't about to jinx this thing.

Principal photography for the Hull Damage book trailer begins tomorrow. I need to wake up at (are you ready for this) six fucking a.m.. I'd be lying if I said this wasn't to be a challenge, but I'll somehow manage.

Tonight, I anticipate a feeling akin to a seven-year-old on Christmas Eve night, waiting for the sound of creaking floorboards to confirm his suspicions. Excitement would be an understatement.

Tomorrow, pew pew lasers science fiction yo ho ho space pirates.

Molony as Morel

I awoke at 9:36 AM this morning. Like a man.

Then, with two other men, I drove out to the middle of fucking nowhere, Hunter S. Thompson-style, and ran about in the desert with toy guns, going "ZAP!" at each other.

In other words, we did a location scout/camera test.

His shoes aren't correct (edit: or apparently pictured) and the camera had some diffusion issues, but here, for your dining and dancing pleasure, is Steven Molony as Nehel "Nemo" Morel.

Everything's a little soooooft focus.

Look! Outside! We've been there!

I've also made another plain-jane dart shooter into a totes Xtreme laser pistol, but pictures of that'll have to wait. I'm currently redesigning the interior of my spaceship.

For work. Seriously.

Vasquez as No'tiukki

Here's where I went today.

Here's what I did today.

Intending on shooting a little teaser trailer this January for the book's launch in June. Me and the villains tromped out into a certain California State Park Trekkies ought to recognize and snapped the hasty, last minute screen test you see above.

Spaceships are cool.

The Vestmental Realization Of One's Imaginative Characterization For Under Twenty Dollars

Tattered leather duster? $7.99
Grocery store squirt gun? $6.99
Threadbare brown slacks? $1.99

Space pirate costume? Blooming priceless.

(Steven's being elusive – maybe there'll be pictures later.)