Today was a busy, busy, busy day of running around town and trying to get the equipment ready to go for tomorrow. Because we have interviews. Tomorrow. Three of them. So we were at film DEFCON 1 all day, basically.
Getting all the luggage and equipment moved from our overnight hotel to the flat was an adventure in itself. The flat is very reminiscent of a shotgun house, with all the rooms in a straight line back, beginning with the (thankfully relatively large and pretty) dining room/sitting room and ending with one of the most awkwardly shaped bathrooms I’ve ever encountered in my life. (Hey, we’re in London, space is at a premium!) The kitchen is more narrow than the one in my old house in Colorado, which I didn’t actually think was possible. People can’t stand back to back in it, and we all can’t fit in there at the same time. So the space itself is a challenge we’re working with. (And hiding all the luggage in the single bedroom has put my rusty Tetris skills to use.)
Then it was running for last minute equipment like extension cords, batteries, the sorts of things you want to have in place before you get started. My job was actually to take care of grocery shopping, since I’ve sort of put myself in charge of making certain everyone eats, and eats reasonably healthy. Which is not as easy as it might sound when the filming schedule is as busy as it’s stacked up to be.
By the time I trotted back to the flat on my aching feet (through a drizzle, thanks London) everyone else had already gotten started on set up, rearranging the furniture, figuring out how to get the shots framed for tomorrow. It’s something you don’t really think about if you’ve never been anywhere near a camera, but those things just don’t come plug and play out of the box. I even had fun being the guinea pig, walking around different bits of the room to mark off where people aren’t allowed to stand during filming because we’ll be in the shot.
And then hours of getting all of the sound figured out. I never realized just how hard it is to talk on demand until someone gives you a mic and commands you to just speak. I resorted to torturing everyone with excerpts from my new novella, though we all had a turn. (Hmm, I wonder if that’s why the other ladies got handed the mic later…)
But it’s coming together. We’ll be ready. (And I’m running around and neatening things up. I think I’m channeling my mother because what if someone sees this mess, with cables and mic boxes and extension cords all over the place.)
As of ten o’clock we’re all turning in. We have an early day tomorrow–finishing touches before our first interviewee arrives! It’s starting, and we’ll be ready.