So, yeah.

Here I am, inching my way through pre-production for Sound Of Nothing. As of today, I have no locations locked down. I find this to be slightly disturbing.

Granted, I don’t plan on rolling on this until March, and at least I have the cast set firmly in stone. Although, my lead actor is planning a trip to Argentina, to “walk around the tip of South America, and hopefully come up the other side.”

I strongly feel that this information would break a lesser man, yet I am strangely unperturbed by this fact.

I went to see Eric Stanze at the former Wicked Pixel Cinema headquarters last night, in order to pick up the elements for the upcoming RHINELAND dvd.

“Keep this safe, just in case something bad happens, and we have to redo everything,” he warned me.

That’s the last damn thing I want to think about!

Stanze and I sat on the porch, talking about future movie plans, both of us grim and broke, yet still somehow optimistic. Not giddy and stupid, more like bitterly optimistic, if that is somehow even possible. He liked my thoughts on how to approach SON, especially the ‘how do I market and sell this thing’ part.

It’s alway a plus in my book if Stanze thinks something I’m doing film-wise makes any degree of sense.

Anyhow, when I got home I ordered the bulk of the wardrobe and some of the character specific props for SON. I still need to come up with a few other things, like an aluminum bat (easy enough) a nifty-looking rifle scope, and a sword.

Not a Goddamn katana, though. Everybody uses those. No, I’m getting a Civil War NCO’s sword, full-tang and everything.

I’m even (finally) getting rid of the vast bulk of RHINELAND wardrobe, so I’ll have room for some new stuff, and (gasp) also get a little money to pad the production with.

But the locations! Man, this singular uncertainty is killing me. I’m not worried about crew, cast, or even budget. I’m not worried about the story, the screenplay, or even the schedule, really.

It’s times like these that really makes me pine for a producer to get out there and beat the bushes for shit like this.

Oh, well.

I’ll make it work, by force of will if nothing else.