Most nights around 10 or 11pm, when my brain won't switch off, I go outside and start talking into my phone. Not about Avery. About a movie.
I've been a movie guy since I was a student. Ten films a week, decade by decade, 1930s through the 2000s, picking apart why a scene worked and why it didn't. Around 2010 I turned it into channels and groups online (Facebook times), curating what to watch next. Thousands of people waiting for the next pick.
I deleted all of it in 2014.
No social media since then, only LinkedIn (for time being).
I never wanted to be the guy on camera. Still don't, honestly. I only started showing up in Avery's videos because nobody else on the team was going to do it for me.
But the movie thing never left. Every time I see someone in the office building or I'm cycling through Amsterdam and I pass someone, I build a tiny story about them in my head. Who they are, where they're going, what just happened to them. Takes a second. Always has.
Two weeks ago I started writing those stories down. Not notes, an actual script. When the Avery stress gets loud at night, the good days and the bad days and the ugly days on repeat, I go outside, talk it into the microphone, transcribe it, structure it, write it properly.
Four chapters in.
Aiming for twenty.
Then sell to Netflix (if you know the right person, tell me)
I'm not saying I'm making a movie. I'm saying I finally started the thing I'd been circling for over a decade. If you've been sitting on something for a year and haven't touched it, this is your sign. Worst case, it's a good distraction. Best case, it's the thing.