Melody Peach is going to Cannes!

Hello all, greetings, salutations and blessings be upon thee kindred folk! Well, I am officially wired…I’ve had about 6 hours sleep in 3 days; with a consecutive string of unproductive night shifts behind me, I have nothing to show for apart for red eyes and a contempt for misogynistic poker players. 

In more exciting news, my short, The Peculiar Blues of Melody Peach will be gracing the Short Film Corner of the Cannes Film Festival(!) It’ll be my second outing to Cannes and this year I couldn’t be less prepared; I booked my flight two days go and I’m flying out on Thursday sans business cards, copies of the movie, posters, money or much excitement…I know I will have a blast and trust me, I am so grateful for the opportunity but I just don’t have the energy or the funds this year to galavant into hyperdom. I’m starting to develop anxiety over my funding for the US, I have been awarded a fellowship of modest sorts by Chapman which I am smiley about but my god, it doesn’t even scratch the surface of funding my mere basics for a year.

I am supposed to move country in two months…TWO MONTHS and it has not struck me at all. I still feel uncreative and am still wallowing in self doubt. Can I get my head back into that kind of studious work mode again? I don’t know. I feel like all of my anger and sadness and happiness and motivation have been quashed with a schtum-ing sense of zombified numbness. It could be the toll of the night shifts or it could simply be that I’m losing my mind. I’ll get back to you on that one.

 

“This melancholy London – I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through it’s streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.”

- William Butler Yeats