As I tuck another year under my belt, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the cyclical nature of life, the never-ending ebb and flow. For months at a time, I’ve noticed, I won’t meet anyone new; then suddenly, for months I find new friends everywhere I look. One week I’ll write with reckless abandon; the next, I have absolutely nothing to say.

Nowhere, however, are such high and low tides more pronounced than in my work. During some stretches, I am the king of procrastination – I slack with the best, happily pissing away hours and days accomplishing absolutely nothing at all. Then, suddenly, I’m hit with a burst of productivity; leaping into action, thrilled by the idea of getting something done, I’m unable to rest until I’ve seen a slew of projects through to completion.

With each passing year, I’ve increasingly embraced that cyclicality. Pushing during a lull, I’ve realized, is simply a waste of time and energy; better simply to enjoy the peace and quiet, waiting for the powerful forward drive of the next motivated stretch.

I say this all by way of apology, because I sat down in my chair this afternoon wildly excited to roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty making extraordinary movies. I’ll do my best to keep blogging regularly, though I must admit it may on some days fall by the wayside; it’s just that I’ve suddenly realized how very much, come hell or high water, I’m about to get done.