Librarian, Deputy Sheriff, Bassist...Documentarian?

So I have decided to add yet another category to my resume, that of documentary filmmaker! As these things are wont to occur, I got the sudden idea on Sunday night to make a short documentary and when I considered the possible topics I could make a documentary on, it hit me that the Reserves would be a pretty good subject seeing as how I have an intimate "in" with them already and I know it's an unexplored subject. I immediately contacted little bro' to see what he thought of the idea and if he would be available to assist me in any way. I have already run the idea past Mudflap and S who think it's a good one, and today contacted my pater familias to see if he had any counsel for me since he is thoroughly experienced in this area. He even volunteered to help me; maybe I will take him up on the offer, though it's still too soon to tell. I also called the Reserve office today to request a meeting with the Chief b/c, while I can make the film regardless, I would prefer to have the administration's endorsement, support, and cooperation. In the meantime I have been researching documentary script writing, documentary financing options, and have already put down on paper my scene shot list. My next steps are to write a treatment and begin my real script since the ideas are all in my head and I really just need to transpose them into written format.

While part of me is asking myself why I want to put just ONE MORE THING on my plate at this point in my life, another part of me is totally excited by this project and exhilarated by the process and imagining how the final product will turn out! So far, my very rough goal is to hopefully begin shooting this summer and maybe be finished in about a year. Hee hee! It's funny to hear myself talking like a filmmaker. That has always been my dad's and brother's realm. But, I've always prided myself on being a woman of vision, so why the hell not take this on?!

Ironically, I'm not 100% real happy with the Reserves currently. My transfer request was denied and (here's one reason I have never really liked cops before--they [we] lie, lie, lie!) I was given 2 different reasons why at our Monday night meeting by 2 different higher-ups. My Lt. said I could go speak to the Major about the decision and oh boy, you bet I did grab the Major after the meeting was over to confront him about this. But he listened to me tell a partial truth to him (oh, the irony of 2 sentences ago!!!) and honestly tried to counsel me while also telling me that my district only has like 8 people in it (true) and the district I want to go to has like 17 (probably true too). So he implored me to give it another try and I agreed. SIGH. I'm not devastated, I truly would've missed a lot of the friends I've made in my district, I just want assholes to stop MESSING WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got a totally unexpected phone call today. One of our recently ousted ex-Majors called me today to check up on me and I was so tickled and touched. This is the Major that stood up for me when my application to the Reserves was rejected lo these many years ago. He had vouched for me and put his good name behind me and took me under his wing--all while sternly putting me on notice that he was not about to be disappointed by me, or else! Of course, we all know the end to that story, as not only did I make him proud by graduating valedictorian of my class but continuing to this day to live an exemplary life and being a model deputy! Anyway, we had a nice little chat and I told him how much I missed him and promised to keep in touch with him. And I really do miss him and if he were only still with us I could really use his help with getting DH's application accepted. Hopefully we'll know something about that in another 2-3 weeks.