I almost applied to study at Seneca's Documentary Film Institute in Toronto this summer. I wrote the mini essay, which wasn't really very formal (sentence fragments are my best friends, sorry to my former English teachers). I finished just as I needed to leave for work so I told my computer not to do anything stupid while I was gone. But the computer went into that sleep mode where the power is on but it's just a black screen and nothing (no amount or combination of keys pressed) will revive it out its slumber. So whatever. The essay deleted itself. And part of me was angry but part of me was relieved. Because what I wrote in the essay basically said that I enjoy stories, more intimately the faces behind every story. And all of the mediums that we use to tell our stories. I want to be a storyteller. To narrate (using different art forms and mediums) my story, your story, and the Greatest Story Ever Told*. That's what I want to do, and why would I need three months of film studies to do that? All I need is a little bit of courage.
And isn't this the year of being fearless?
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