Sunday, July 05, 2015

I Am Ireland - 5 Easy Steps.

I've put together a list of 5 Easy Steps for what you'll need to do to take part in for I Am Ireland. Also some hints and tips and talking points. I think sometimes I forget that not everyone is as used to talking about themselves on camera as I am!!! I do like to talk about myself ;)  So I figured I'd make it easy.

Now we're in July time for submission is getting close, end of August. I'm hoping to get about 40 people to submit clips. And preferably people from all over the world, rather than on concentrated area. But i'll also take what comes.

So have a read of the new poster. If you have any questions you can follow any of the links at the bottom of the poster and you'll be able to get me. You can also comment here, or hit the Contact button on the right.

And go to the vimeo page,, and watch the video, there are more examples of what to do and hints and tips. Thanks!

And again, here's a clip I did about my experience. I get cut off at the end, but you get the idea! Enjoy!

Saturday, July 04, 2015

FLOAT - Chapter 5: The Nest - Chapter 6: The Wind

Decided to put up 2 chapters this week. In chapter 5 David finds a new place to stay, and starts to ensemble his costume. In chapter 6 David decides to play, but quickly gets himself into trouble.

CHAPTER 5: The Nest

I found a woolly hat. Cut some eyes out of it. It’s keeping my face warm. But in this cold my eyes and streaming tears. I need goggles of some kind. And pads. Knee pads. Elbow pads. Padded glove and a crash helmet. I’ve hit two roof tops on the way back into town and so far I’ve take half the skin off my right knee and a the palm of my left hand. I’m going to be covered in bruises tomorrow. There is still practice needed. A lot of practice.
I land on the building opposite the sport shop. It’s 11pm. Street is quiet. Some cars. One or two people. I hop across to the roof of the sport shop. There are offices directly above the shop. Apartments above that. All occupied unfortunately. Or maybe not? Maybe there’s one free? But no. It’s too public here. Too close to the centre of town. And too low. I’ll think about that later. For now I need to get round the back and commit the first real crime of my adult life.
The back of the building is dark. Hard to see where I’m going… I wonder if they sell night vision goggles? Probably not. I land quietly. Check the door firstly. One can hope. Nothing. I ready the hammer. Hold it up and… Wait. The alarm. There’s going to be an alarm. Has to be. This is a main street in the centre of town. The cops are going to be on me in minutes. I need to get in get the bag and go. I hold the hammer up again and… Shit! If I go straight for the bag they’ll know it was me. It’ll be obvious! They’ll have my face from earlier. I had all day to think this through.
Ok, calm down. Think about it. But quickly.
Smash the window. Alarm sounds. Open the door. Check the till. Make it look like I want money. Take stuff from under the counter. Swiss army knives. Stuff that might be expensive. Seem to stumble across the bag. Take it as a last minute thing. Run from the building. Don’t take off straight away. In case someone is watching. Climb some walls. Take off a few gardens down.
Is how it played in my head before I broke the door in. 
And it pretty much went according to plan. Except for the fact that the idiot who served me obviously realised I wasn’t coming back and put everything back on the racks. So I basically had to go shopping again. Lucky thing. In the room to the left as I enter was the CCTV station. I was able to break in and disable it. So no footage. But man the alarm was loud. Cops were on me almost immediately. They gave chase on foot over the back garden wall. I got behind a shed and took off without waiting to see if the coast was clear. Must have been. I landed on a roof near by. They kept running for a few more gardens. I could hear them saying they saw me run this way.
That was too close. Stupid. I don’t feel good about stealing this stuff. I spent the day following a scumbag drug dealer. Am I any better than him? I don’t know. I promise when I get back on my feet I’ll send them the money. 
A place to stay.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

FLOAT - Chapter 4: My Lucky Hammer

Oops! Meant to post this Friday Night! But it was my Mother's last weekend in the States (flew home today) so I got distracted.

So, here, a little late, is Chapter Four of FLOAT. David's fate starts to present itself when he goes shopping for some clothing for his nightly excursions and he encounters two undesirable characters.



I need a place to stay. I have two nights left in my apartment and I’ve made no effort to find a new place. Find a job. Anything. I can’t. Not now. Not with this. I’m a fucking God. I should show them. They’d soon come begging forgiveness. They’d see my power. What I was capable o…
Ouch! Fuck!
Bite my lip eating toast.
Right. So I’m not a God. Thanks for the reminder. No. I’m still an unemployed bum. Soon to be a homeless unemployed bum. I don’t know what I’m going to…
Wait, I know. I fucking know. I’ll squat. I’ll god damn squat. I’ll find an empty apartment, or flat, or room, of attic, whatever the fuck. Somewhere I can get in an out of via the roof, or a high window. I’ll kip down there. No one will know. I’ll come and go as I please. I’ll steal food at night. I steal whatever the hell I need. I’ll fly out at night. After midnight. Find open windows. Dodgy locks. I’ll bust into the supermarket where I used to work for food. I know every inch of that place. 
Ha. I’ll live like a king. 
Top o’ de world Ma.

So, today. I go house hunting. I go clothes shopping. And tomorrow. My new life begins.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Brown Sauce and Tipsy Cake

One of the many nice things about being an Irish Immigrant is that sometimes your Mammy comes to visit! I haven't done any film work the last two weeks as my Mam is in town from Ireland. It's her first time in America and over a year and a half since we all saw each other in the flesh. She goes back in a couple of days, but it's been a great visit (apart from everyone getting Colds and scuppering a lot of plans!). In her case were the usual array of delights from home, chef brown sauce, lyons tea bags, cadbury's purple snacks and even a tipsy cake! Yum!!!

So I should be back on track soon with my current projects. The first of course being 'I Am Ireland'. I have to follow up with a lot of people who expressed interest in getting involved. I need to spread the word a little more. I'm also planning to cut together a small sample clip to show what the end doc might look like. Composer Dermot O'Mahony is currently working on a piece for the film, which will accompany the proof of concept. It will give people a good example of what they're getting involved in.

Speaking of proof of concept, I recently finished the script for 'One Day in December', the proof of concept for '10 Days in December'. It's going well. I'm happy with it. It's a difficult one though, trying to write something that is a teaser for a feature film, yet a self contained short film that can stand on it's own. I had hoped to shoot that in Ireland in December. It could still be a possibility, but as we start to head toward the September launch at work, it's looking like we're going to be super busy, so I don't know how much prep I can put into a film from this side.

One thought however occurred to me, if I do not shoot in December and push it to the new year, would it worth shooting at all? Maybe it would be best to focus completely on the script for the feature and put all my energy into making that happen. I'll see how it goes though. I'm still working on the script. I want to get that right before making any decisions on shooting. But even if I don't shoot the short, it won't be a waste, writing the short script has really helped me with finding a scripture and pace to the story and characters.

In other news, my Tom & Jerry episode is well under way. I'm not sure when it will be broadcast, but rest assured, you will be the first to know! As you know I've been publishing a chapter of my Novel FLOAT every Friday night (one coming later today). This book is all ready written, so I won't be running out of steam on it. I'm also looking at writing several film ideas I have as novels going forward. I have so many, and I know not all of them are going to get made, but I think they're good stories worth sharing, so I want to get them down and out. Watch this space!

Friday, June 19, 2015

FLOAT - Chapter 3: What I Could Do

Chapter 3 of FLOAT. David loses more time. Now strangers start appearing in his life. Things are becoming dangerous. But his abilities are growing.

CHAPTER 3 - What I Could Do

“You alright?”
I get woken up by my neighbour. I’m still lying on the kitchen floor. Surrounded by the carnage left by my binge. The building manager and another man are in the kitchen too. I can see that the other man does not have much concern for me, he’s looking disapprovingly at the mess.
“Sorry about the mess,” I mumble, “Was just hungry last night…”
“What happened?”
“I was just hungry, you know…”
“No, I mean, we haven’t seen you in a week. I thought you’d be out to help with the roof. I started to smell something rotting in here and I got worried, so I called the landlord.”
The disapproving man finally looks down at me. The building manager chimes in.
“This is Mr. Adams, the owner of this apartment.”
I squint up at him, my eyes still adjusting to the light.
“Nice place. I like you apartment.”
He looks away again, at the building manager.
“I want him out of here, today.” He walks out of the flat, slamming the door behind him.
“Hey, my front door!”
“Actually, it’s his front door. Sorry, but you’re going to have leave.”
“You can’t kick me out without notice, I pay the rent.”
“You haven’t paid the rent in two months, so yes, we can.”
Two months, what is he talking about? My neighbour helps me up. I start to wake up. And like before I feel awake, alert and alive. 
“Look at this mess,” more for the sake of the building manager than me. I honestly don’t care. “Can I get you a cup of tea, might as well have one before I start packing.”
I flick the kettle on before anyone answers and go to the fridge for milk. I’m hit with a pungent odour. So powerful it forces me back and sends my neighbour out of the room.
“Oh my God!” he cries, “What is that?”
I look inside, my arm covering my face. 
The entire content of the fridge is rotting. Then I notice that the fridge is off. I close the door and look at the kettle again. It’s not doing anything. I check the lights. Dead. 
“I’ve been cut off. What the hell!?”

Friday, June 12, 2015


Hello avid reader! Welcome to Chapter II of FLOAT, my novel about he story of a young man who discovers he can fly, but quickly realizes this gift is anything but. In this chapter a terrible tragedy leads to a fantastical discovery. Enjoy!!


My eyes open.
I’m on the roof. It’s just starting to get light. Must be 7am. Tony is already gone. Two empty glasses and both blankets over me. He must have woken early and lit out. I wonder if he went to work. If he did – I don’t envy him one bit. The hang over hits me in the back of the head like a brick as soon as I stand. Regret. Damn whiskey.
I leave the glasses and empty bottle where they are. I’ll get them later. Or next time I’m up here. I slowly make my way down stairs. Throw the blankets on the floor. Kitchen. Pills. Lots of them. And coffee. Lots of that too.
I sit on the couch and rub my eyes. Throbbing. Noise. My head is buzzing like and out of tune radio. Stupid. Damn whiskey. I look up. The room is foggy. I fall asleep. And right into strange dreams. 
I dream I’m floating. I feel myself drift off the couch. Back to the roof and off it, over the ground. I have no control. It’s as if I’m being pulled somewhere. I try to stop it but I can’t. I pull harder, trying to break free. I do, but I spin, out of control. I’m dizzy. Now falling.
I wake and feel something pressing down on me again. I wonder for a moment if I still dreaming?  No. I push against it and suddenly fall, back down to the couch. I lie winded. Looking up at the ceiling.
I get to my feet. Sore and somewhat confused. I looked up at the ceiling again, where I dreamed I’d been. Handprints. I look again, trying to clear the alcoholic fog from my eyes. Handprints. I chase it from my mind. My head is too sore to deal with it now.
I squint and look across the room. Tony left his coat behind. Not like Tony to forget his coat. I lift it. Shake it. Keys still inside, I guess makes sense. He wouldn’t drive if he was drunk. I shrug it off. I’ll drop it round to him later.
Right now - pills and coffee. As I down them and brew the coffee I realise there has been a commotion out side for sometime now. I hear voices, people talking. A lot of people. I go to the window and look out. There is a crowd gathered. An ambulance. Police cars. 

Oh no…

Friday, June 05, 2015


Welcome, for the next 14 weeks, every Friday night I will post a chapter from my book FLOAT, the story of a young man who discovers he can fly, but quickly realizes this gift is anything but. I wanted to share it with you because it's just been sitting on my hard drive gather dust, or whatever it is things on hard drives gather... I would still very much like to find the time to work on this story, refine it, and hopefully one day turn it into a film (as I've mentioned before on this blog) But in the meantime here is Chapter I, and I will post all 15 chapters over the next few months. I hope you enjoy. 
PS. Excuse the typos! I don't have an editor!!


A Novel by
Frank Kelly
I float. 
One hundred feet above the ground. It's a good height. People don't notice me and I don't have to worry too much about wind. I learned that lesson the hard way. I only come out at night. I wear black. I only take off in places where I'm sure I can’t be seen. I've been spotted a couple of times, a woman in her apartment looking out the window, a man walking his dog, a drunk, but I was gone before they could look again and they’re not going to repeat that. The cops on the roof, I didn’t have a choice. The guy on the bridge though, yeah, he saw me, but it was the last thing he saw. 

Right now I ache. My body is sore. It’s been punished this week. I should be dead. But this thing, whatever it is, is keeping me alive. At first it was flight. But then other things. I’m no superhero, you should know that first off. But my body has changed. I’ve changed.

It’s late Winter and I’m standing alone on a beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore gives me peace. Settle’s me. It’s a nice break from the mad race that thunders through my mind.  At first I didn’t know where it came from. Government experiment? Aliens? Magic? Was I mad, locked up in a mental hospital, hallucinating? Each possibility was as mad as the very thing that was happening to me. Each just as plausible. I could fly. In this world. Where nothing magical ever happens. I could fly. But now I know, it doesn’t make it any less complicated. In fact, it makes it worse.


- An assembly line on a factory floor. Sitting with my back to poisonous vat of molten solder. Circuit boards float above, being dipped in to secure electrodes. My job is to check them, and fix any misses. The machine doesn’t work right. So I have a lot of misses to fix, and a lot of fumes to breathe in while doing it. 
My supervisor, Tony, has been working here for twenty years or more. He’s mid-forties, but looks mid-seventies. Grey hair, grey skin, yellow teeth and a rasping cough to complete the ensemble of a man wearing near-death like it was the height of fashion. He’s a nice guy all the same. His advice to me when I started – “Do whatever you can to get out of this place son,” the fact that he called me son made me like him instantly.  Don’t know why. He seemed sincere I guess. I felt like we would be friends straight away. And we were.
I hate the job. The people. Narrow-minded. Closed off. Smokers. Drinkers. I have nothing in common with any of them. I make an effort. But it’s exhausting. It takes a certain kind of person to give twenty years of your life to a place like this, and be glad of it. I’m not that kind of person. Maybe I’m a snob. Maybe I’m the asshole. Good. So be it. An asshole I am. Better that then one these. Except Tony. Tony I like. I imagine he was once like me. Not all that long ago. But he didn’t get out. Looking at him I imagine that I’m looking into the future. If I don’t take his advice and do whatever I can to get out of this place… and I intend to. I just don’t know what the ‘Whatever’ is yet.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

I Am Ireland on Ray d'Arcy

Here's a recent interview I did on the Ray d'Arcy Show on RTE about I Am Ireland. It's brief! Unfortunately they ran short on time for me. But you get the idea. It starts at the 1:00 mark!

Thursday, May 21, 2015

I Am Ireland - Deadline Announced

I would like to announce the Deadline for Submission to 'I Am Ireland' - August 31st 2015.

I felt the project needed a deadline. It gives everyone a clear timeline and something to aim for. Plus it gives me time to gather all the clips, watch them, log them and start to figure out the structure and themes of the film. Then of course I have to sit down and edit the whole thing! I would like to do that through Autumn and Winter and have the film ready for release come 2016.

So if you're an Irish Immigrant living abroad, no matter where you are in the world, the US, UK, Ukraine, Australia, Austria, Asia... doesn't matter... I want to hear your story. Use your smartphone, set it down (sideways) somewhere quiet, so we can hear you and you're not drowned out by noise, and record yourself.

Talk about why you left Ireland, what your life was like in Ireland, what it was like when you first moved, what it's like now and what your connection to Ireland is now. When you think of Ireland, what do you think about. And what's it like being Irish and living in a different culture, how do hang onto you own culture and heritage.

Get in touch with me, I'll let you know how you can upload your clip to the vimeo page, and I'll take the rest from there. Let's make a really great film together. Let's tell our story, as Ireland's diaspora. 

I'm looking forward to hearing your story, and helping to share it with the world.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Story and What Not To Do

Hi All, thanks for stopping by to find out more about 'I Am Ireland'. Check out the two previous posts too. Here's a sample video, part of my own story, just to give you an example of what you can do.

Now my story is a bit on the sad side of things! Driven out due to the economy and hard times, but many of you may have left Ireland for many different reasons, in fact, we all have our own story, and that's the point - To tell your story. Here are the 3 main talking points:

1. Talk about why you immigrated.
2. Talk about Ireland, how you look at it now, how you feel about it.
3. Talk about what it's like to be Irish in another country.

You'll also notice that I get cut off at the end. I ran out of memory on my phone. If this happens to you, feel free to send multiple clips to finish you story. If I decide to include my own story in the film I might go back and finish my story in another clip, of try to keep it down to 10 minutes.

And here's a good example of what not to do!

Thanks for watching! I look forward to having you on board.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

I Am Ireland - Video Introduction

Howdy folks, busy day today on I Am Ireland! I awoke with an email from the Ray D'Arcy show back in Ireland. Minutes to their broadcast, asking if I was interested in talking to Ray about the film on todays show! I was of course. So for an hour and a half I paced nervously, listening, waiting, watching the clock tick toward the end of the show... but they managed to squeeze me in, and fair play to them! Here's a piece from their blog, hit listen to hear my 2 minutes!!!

I've also recorded a short introduction video for the film, which will give you an idea of what the film is about, what I'm looking for and a good idea of how to film it yourself. But of course you don't have to stick to straight on, you can get out and about, have a friend help you, take us on a tour, whatever you feel like. Technically speaking I would say to try and keep the camera steady and the sound audible, so we can see and hear you! But the main point is that you tell your story - why you left Ireland, what life has been like since you left and what your connection to Ireland is now. What do you think about when you think of Ireland?

So if you're an Irish immigrant and would like to get involved, please drop me a line. You can hit the contact button on the right, leave a comment here, or get in touch with me through my Facebook page. I'll get right back to you. I look forward to having you on board. Lets make a film together, and tell our story. 

Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

I AM IRELAND - A Film About Us.

I Am Ireland is a film about we immigrants and our relationship with Ireland from afar.

We're Irish. We're immigrants. We left home for one reason or another but we still hold our heritage and culture dear. But we're not in that culture anymore, we live in a different country, a different culture. Among friends, yes, but people who don't really understand what it means to be Irish and away from home. Maybe you find it hard to explain to them what it means, I know I do. But I want you to try and tell me, and our audience, what it means.

Tell me your story. Why did you leave? What did you leave? What has your journey been like? Tell me about the good times, the hard times and what life is like now. What does it mean to be Irish away from home? And what is it like to look back? Tell me about your regrets, your achievements, what you miss, what you don't miss. Would you go back? If not, why not? Tell me about your relationship to Ireland, to home, how has it changed in the time you've been away? Have you been back to visit yet? And what's it like going back now, as a visitor? Does it still feel like home? Talk what's going on in the country now, how does that make you feel?

I'm asking you to put all that in a video and send it to me. Use your phone, hit record and talk. I will gather up the clips, much like I did with 140, and edit them into a documentary that will hopefully capture the feeling that we, as immigrants, feel everyday. And together we will create a film that celebrates our culture and heritage and shows that, even though we are away from home, we are Ireland and we carry it with us in our hearts.

Next year marks the centenary of the 1916 Easter Rising in Ireland, a significant moment in Ireland's history, and road to independence. There will be commemorations all across the country. I thought it would be a fitting time to think about what it means to be Irish, for those of us who will be away from Ireland during such a significant year.

There isn't a budget for this film. But if you guys give me 20 minutes of your time to tell me everything I mentioned above, I'll give you a year of my time to put it together and put out into the world. My aim will be to find a film in the footage, whether it ends up being a short film, 15 to 20 minutes, or a feature film, anything from an hour to two hours! I don't know. That's the beauty of it, it's going to be a surprise for all of us. But I think it'll be something special. And something that will connect with a lot of other immigrants, and indeed our friends and family back home.

I will organize a big screen screening in Ireland. I'll send the film to festivals around the world (my 7 previous films have been to well over a hundred film festivals over the years, won awards and been broadcast on TV, so I've done this before).

There is already a Vimeo page for the film. I will post all the clips you send me in their entirety on the page, and then the film itself at a later date. Everyone involved will get a digital download of the film. There may be a Kickstarter campaign when the film is nearing completion, something to help with tangible aspects, like DVDs, T-Shirts, Posters and festival entry fees. But not right now, right now I don't need any money, just your time, thought and stories.

If you're interested you can get it touch with me several ways, on Facebook at my filmmaker page. Here on my blog, by clicking the contact button or just by commenting below. All messages go to the same place and I will see them and answer you as soon as I can.

I'm going to upload an example clip in the coming days, on the Vimeo page. So watch this space.

This is the very beginning of what I think will be a wonderful, and enlighing journey for all of us. I hope you'll take that journey with me.


If you're thinking you might want to jump on board, here are a few things to think about -

Hints & Tips:


I'll be filming my segment on an iPhone 5s. The picture quality is great. You can use your phone too. Anything above 720p. The picture quality has to be good. If you really want to be involved, but the video on your phone sucks, maybe you have a friend with an iPhone 6 or something who'd be willing to help you.

We've all taken selfies, this is no different. But I would say, try to set the camera down somewhere. Not everyone has a tripod, so may on a wall, or a ledge, prop it up with some books behind it. Keep it steady, save the audience from getting dizzy when watching it!

Stand close to it. The frame should show your head and shoulders. This is mainly for sound. But it will also give a consistent look through out the film.

Look into the sense. We all tend to look at ourselves on the screen while recording ourselves. This means you'll be looking away from the audience, which is fine, but for this one, I'd like for you guys to look at the audience, to talk directly to them. So that means looking into the lens, and not at yourself on the screen.

Think about you background. What's behind you. Could be your home, you favorite place to visit, a park, buildings, your kids running wild, it's all good! Can't beat a bit of life. Maybe try to steer clear of blank walls. Just a thought!

And Show Me More! Show me your life now, give me a tour of your home, introduce me to your kids, your pets, show me you favorite place to visit. Maybe you live in the US and bought a muscle car, take me for a spin. Whatever you want. It may not all make it into the film, but it will give me loads to play with, and make a richer, fuller film.

Oh, and turn your phone sideways please!

Like this:

Not this:

While the picture quality of most iPhone's these days is great, then sound isn't quite "Movie" quality! So try to do it somewhere quiet. It can be outside, but maybe away from traffic noise, construction etc.


You may not have a lot. Here's what I would suggest. Backing up all the pics and vids on you phone and clearing it off. Leave plenty of room. If you still don't have enough room, film it in sections. Film one part, put it on you computer or email it to yourself, delete the video from the phone and start with the next part. I don't mind getting 3 or 4 clips from you. It's all going to be cut up anyway.


Getting your clips to me. There are various ways. I will PM you details. One way will be to upload it to the vimeo page as a private video, allowing me to download it. I can also share my dropbox with you, and you can download.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Cat and Mouse

Has it really been two months since I last blogged? Time has just been flying by here. Since I started at Apple 6 months ago I can't quite believe how fast the time has gone. In those 6 months I've been largely busy at work, but I've been writing too, much more than I was last year in Indianapolis, and getting back into the swing of being creative.

It's been great. I'm so thankfully to have my evenings back, my weekends, a normal schedule, where I can carve out a little time to write, and plan, and dream! I'm still working on 10 Days in December. It's taking longer than I had hoped, but that's OK, I want it to be right and that takes as long as it takes. I still hope to shoot it this year, but I'm behind on the script. I still have not finished the first draft and it's going to need a lot of work.

I'm 107 pages into the first draft, which is a fair aul wedge of paper. And it's going to get longer, I think I'm only on day 5 of the 10 days! So there's going to be a lot of fine tuning. But right now I'm just concerned about getting the A to B to C out of the way, then I'll go in and find the romance, the subtly. I want to believe the characters are falling in love and have the audience to believe it too. SO it's going to take a bit of tinkering.

One thing that has been keeping me from working on it is the fact that I've been doing some writing for The Tom and Jerry Show, for Warner Bros. This is something of a dream gig. I've long wanted to work for Warner Bros. Growing up and seeing their logo appear at the start of a movie, there was something magical about it. And almost every time I visited LA in the past, I would take the WB VIP Tour of the back lot. I love that place.
Not to mention growing up with Tom and Jerry, the fact that they are legendary character, and that I am a graduate of Animation. There are a lot of things coming together in this one thing. It came about when a friend of mine, Robert Zappia, with his production partner Jim Praytor, took over running of the show. Robert emailed me one day a couple of months back and asked if I've be interested in throwing a couple of pitches at them. I said I was.

I wrote 25 in total, they approved 3. My two biggest learning curves were trying to write something that hadn't been done before, which as I'm sure you can imagine is extremely difficult for a show that's been around since the forties. And fitting the style of the current show. But I think I cracked it. We took one idea and ran with it, submitted it and soon it was approved.

It should go into production soon, storyboards first, then animation and hopefully it will be broadcast by the end of the year. It's pretty amazing. It was great fun to write, and I had plenty of moments as I wrote "Tom chases Jerry" where I had to pinch myself, because this was the actual Tom and Jerry I was writing!

So writing is great right now. I'm enjoying it again and having a professional gig as a sideline is a dream come true in itself, add a couple of legendary animated characters and Warner Bros. Studio to that and I'm on cloud nine when I think of it.

And I'm starting to think of other projects too. If I have to delay production of 10 Days till next year, for whatever reason, the script, money, schedule - it's dawning on me that trying to shoot a feature in Ireland while working full-time in America might be an undertaking too far, BUT, one I'm not giving up on - so I'm thinking about doing a short film if that happens.

I'm also thinking about my other projects, things I've mentioned here and things I would still love to make, Pipe Dream, Float, The Wolf of Nevermore. It's all still there. Still in my head and hopefully in my future somewhere. But for now I'm just enjoying the writing and having the opportunity to do that again, as much as a full-time job and two small kids will allow, but it's more than it was last year, so that's fine!

Sunday, March 01, 2015

The Space Between

My IMDb Listings
If you look at the screenshot above, from my IMDb page, you'll see big gaps in between some of my films. Between Emily's Song and Bill, For Short there's a 2 year gap. Between Slán agus Beannacht and Raise My Hands there's a 3 year gap. My last film was 2 years ago, and if I'm lucky I might get to shoot a film this year, maybe, and by the time it's finished it might be out in 2016, so there's another 3 year gap. So what am I doing in between those films. Especially if a lot of them are only 15 minute shorts?! Surely I could be shooting a 15 minute short every year, twice a year... you'd think! But here's a bit about what happens in the in between.

If you've been following this blog, or following my twitter or facebook, you'll know about the last two years. I immigrated from Ireland to the US, ended up in a job I didn't much like in Indianapolis for a year, got out, moved across the country and landed a job at Apple, where I've been working since. That's a very brief description of the craziest, busiest, two years of my life, that didn't leave a lot of time to make films. I tried, but never found the time. Working nights is not conducive to creative thought or excursion. But, I will say this, I thought a lot. And much of the gap time is thinking. In there, seeds are planted and stories are formed. I gathered a great many stories and characters from my time in that dank warehouse on the east side of Indy. And although I'm busy at work right now, I'm on a better schedule, in a much better situation and starting to feel creative again, and looking at finding the time to do something again.

Before my first film there was an even bigger gap. I graduated college in 2000, Emily's Song came out in 2006. The thing is, I did make films before Emily's Song, but none the public should see! Practice films. Test films. Bad films! The first film I considered putting into the world was a ghost story called Girl In The Window, but my vision didn't quite appear on screen. I was ill prepared and inexperienced. But it was fun to make and good practice, and I'd still love to make a decent ghost story. They're bloody hard to get right though. We did screened it publicly once, it was an excruciating experience. Very quickly everything that was wrong with it jumped off the 50 foot screen at me. I was determined that the next film would be better, planned, well executed.

So a lot of the in between time comes down to simply that, writing, planning and preparing. It takes me a long time to find an idea I want to commit to, then write it, get the script right, find money, cast, crew, gear, location, coordinate all that so it arrives in the same room on the same day! That can take a year in itself! Unfortunately a lot of the time the idea I want to commit to can't be done, usually because of budget. So I've spent a long time working on scripts that I love, but were just too big to make. 

Filling notebooks in the space between
Two such scripts were co-written with Thomas A. Kennedy, who I made Emily's Song with and they were The Race and Iscariot. The Race is about cycling and a family, it's a drama, comedy, sports movie. It's one of the best things I've written, and anyone who's read it has reacted really well to it. 

Unfortunately it would be a big budget film, I think we estimated it at €11 Million. At the time no one was willing to get behind a couple of amateurs like me and Thomas on something that big, and we looked. We spent about two years on that project, writing it, getting it right, chasing it, talking to people, having meeting. Meetings at the film board, talking to the likes of Channel 4 and the agents of big name actors. In the end it all came to naught and the script went into a drawer.

Iscariot is an action movie, in the same vain as Taken and John Wick, in fact, the story line is very similar to both. And we wrote it well before Taken came out. Actually we were about 6 months into it with Taken came out, I remember seeing the review for Taken and reading the storyline, I thought "Crap, that's out story!" But after seeing the movie we realised it was different enough to keep going. So we did. Along the way a renowned Irish producer read the script, really liked it and got involved. His involvement started with a re-write, then another re-write, then another re-write, then about 6 months of writing beat sheets and synopses and treatments... and on and on and after a year of this we realised it wasn't going to work. He wanted to make a different film than we did. We looked at what the script had become and we realised we didn't like it, but we still loved the first version, and the first version was what we wanted to make. But by now we were burnt out on the project and so stepped away from it, and unfortunately from each other. 

Thomas and I stopped writing together after that experience.  We'd been writing together for 12 years and I think that experience killed it for us. And perhaps all the similar experiences that went before. Which is sad, because we wrote really well together. And I would still love to make all the scripts we wrote together, because I know they would be great films. We wrote several shorts, about three feature film, a couple of TV shows and much more, we had ideas for comics and novels, we'd get together and talk and the ideas would come out. A lot of actually came close to going into production, but fell at one hurdle or another. It mainly came down to money, and people not getting behind us. I remember after Emily's Song we wrote a script called Puca, a fantasy drama about a young boy with an imaginary friend, a big furry monster (who would be a giant puppet in the film). That was a weird experience, because everyone liked it. Even with the film board the readers reports came back with a recommended stamped on it, but someone somewhere said "It's too much like a kids movie..." Um, too much?! It is a kids movie! And what the hell is wrong with that?! We asked, but no answer came and no backing either, so it went away.

So much of the in between is frustration. People standing in your way. Taking your work, picking it apart, and saying no to it. But their no's are dragged out over 6 months, after they make you jump through 50 hoops. I don't know if a power trip they're on, I imagine it is for some, but not all, I think for the rest it just comes down to taste. Unfortunately I haven't come across many money people with the same taste as me over the years... I'm sure they're out there! I'll keep looking anyway. I'll keep trying to make me own films, small films, that I can afford, that maybe I can kickstart. Then if they do well, maybe the money people will start to take notice and I'll pull out those old scripts, give Thomas a call and say "Hey, guess what, we're on!". You never know.

There were also the projects I worked on on my own. My own scripts. Opportunities that came along to direct other people's work, bigger work, higher profile stuff that would have changed things for me, but didn't happen for one reason or another. Sometimes it feels like I'm running forward attached to a bungie rope, and just as I reach my goal,  arms outstretch, stupid smile on my face, I'm snapped back and slammed against the wall. But although those experiences are frustrating, they keep me moving forward. I feel like there's a reason I got that far, there's a reason I got into that room, and even if they decided not to go with me that time, maybe, with a little more experience and perseverance, the next time I get into that room they may take me a little more seriously.

And so much of the in between time is hoping, wishing and dreaming. Because that's the business we're in as storytellers and filmmakers. We dream, and then turning those dreams into something people can watch, and be entertained by. It's hard to hold onto that in the face of the business side of things. Business is all commerce, numbers, cold hard graphs that show what the audience is watching and what they should be investing in. Which never really means anything, or is in anyway related to the fact that people just like good story, no matter what the budget. Which is usually why you have to shout from a $200,000,000 loud speaker to get people to watch your $400,000,000 movie, and they do, because yore shouting louder than any one else (kinda why the asshole gets the promotion ahead of the more deserving quiet person!) So your film grosses $800,000,000, which is awesome, but that's only a $200,000,000 profit, so after spending that's a 0.25 return on you investment? Not a lot really.

But then you get the sleepers, the little films that were made for $3,000,000 and make a $150,000,000! And it's usually because it's a great story. And that's what people want - a good story. Every time. But when you come up against the numbers it's a hard battle to wage. Especially when you're new, unproven, when you've made films that have done well at festivals, sure, but haven't done any box office. And so much of the in between is worry, and doubt. Worrying about how you're going to get the next film made, if you can, if anyone will be interested enough in it to want to make it with and then, if you're lucky enough to get it made, if people will be interested enough to watch it and after all that if it's worth even trying! 

But it is, of course it is. And to hell with all the number people, the money people. Sometimes I think they're in the business of stopping films from being made then actually making films. And that's good for them. But they're not going to stop me from making films. I'll find my own way, and I'll find my own money, and if I can't make the $11mil movies yet, then that's fine, there's plenty of other stories to be told. So right now, the in between time will about finding those stories, writing them down and building a production around them. In between working a full time job and paying the bills of course, because that's a lot of what goes on in the in between time too... life!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A Love Story. Pure and Simple.

We've already had a massive reaction after announcing 10 Days in December. Lots of interest from people wanting to be involved, which is encouraging. Early days. Still writing. It'll be a couple of months before I'm ready to think about casting. And then comes Money, and the hunt there of!!! Which will of course determine everything. Though I've never let money stop me from moving ahead on a project.

Meantime, here's a brief synopsis about 10 Days in December.


Over 10 Days in December Will and Lucy will find love. But will it be enough, as friends, family, an Ocean, their beliefs, all stand against them? 

Will is a 29 year-old filmmaker from Ireland, brought up in a non-religious family, with an irreverent disregard for all things church. Lucy is a 24 year-old graduate of a Christian college, from a God fearing American family, working as the film programmer at a film festival in the Mid-West. 

One day Will sends a copy of his latest short film to that very same festival. A few days later Lucy picks it up. Soon their stars begin to align and pretty soon Will is on his way to the festival to pick up an award. Lucy is busy preparing the films for screening and looking forward to meeting all this years filmmakers, but none more so than this enigmatic filmmaker from Ireland. 

As the week goes on, amid the chaos of the festival, they both find themselves drawn to each other and quickly become friends. When the festival finally comes to an end a connection has been made, one too strong to ignore. So Will invites Lucy to spend Christmas in Ireland. Lucy says yes.

A few weeks later Lucy lands in Ireland. She has never done anything like this before, and has been told by most of the people she knows not to. But something is pulling her toward this charming Irish lad. For the next 10 days they spend every minute together. Will shows her his town, the places he grew up, they go to local pubs, see live music, hang out with friends, go to parties, eat, drink, spend cold days holding hands, and warm nights sipping wine by the fire. The get to know each other. They begin to fall in love.

But the closer they get the more apparent the distance between them becomes, in more ways than one. 

Do they play it safe, enjoy the moment and allow it to be nothing more than a holiday romance. Or do they let go of their fears and allow themselves to fall, not knowing what the future will hold.


So, there you go, you know a little more now. It's a love story, pure and simple.

Sunday, February 08, 2015

10 Days in Decemeber

Announcing my next Feature Film.

My wife will probably kill me for posting this. She says I announce things to soon. Which is true! Last year I think I announced three different films I was planning on making! The problem with those was the budget. All large multi-million dollar pictures. And while I would love to make each and every one, it's far from realistic right now.

So, my wife and I had been working on a script, something smaller, something that would require a camera and some actors and not much more. Something I could do on my vacation time from work.

So we worked out the story, it came quiet easily, being as it is about how we fell in love! A romantic story of two people from different backgrounds, different worlds with entirely different beliefs and views on the world and how they came together and fell in love, over 10 perfect days in December in Ireland. Beautiful!

Then I started writing the screenplay and very quickly got stuck. 10 pages in it was going nowhere, so I started again, 10 new pages in and I got stuck again. It was frustrating, I kept thinking it needed a hook, something different, something that maybe hadn't happened to us, but would draw people in, as if two people falling in love wasn't enough.

So I started to think about abandoning the idea, doing something else. I looked at a another story I wanted to tell and started tinkering with that. But again, it was a period piece, and something that would require a large budget and a great deal of planning, pre production and design. I was making things complicated for myself. I like to do that!

But I still couldn't think of the hook for this script. What could I add to make it a movie. I put it out of my mind. Figured it would come to me. Then today I watched the BAFTAS on BBC. I always enjoy the BAFTAS, especially when Stephen Fry is presenting. And it wasn't until the finaly award for best picture and Boyhood, when a very eloquent Ellar Coltrane talked about how films without hugely dramatic effects or deep tragedies could be compelling and entertaining, and how films about simple everyday life could work. And I realised he was right. Then Mike Liegh came on stage to receive the Fellowship Award, and here's someone who has built a legendary career on normal people leading normal lives and make truly compelling films.

I had been putting too much thought into it. Worrying too much and preventing myself from making films. I think that comes from much more than just looking for a hook. It comes from this self doubt I've developed over the last while. But that doubt is beginning to ebb. As life gets better and things settle down, I'm feeling creative again, I'm feeling braver again and I think it's time to make a film again.

So I would like to announce that, without a script yet, '10 Days in December' will be my next film.

I will co-write the script with my wife, Maryann, and we will simply tell our story, which I think is plenty good enough without any Hollywood twists thrown in for good measure!

We plan to shoot this year. We will shoot for one week here in the states, and for two weeks in Ireland around Christmas time. 

Ahead will be casting (all male and female roles for people in the mid 20s early 30s, Irish Male lead 29ish, American Female lead, 24ish - details to follow) with fundraising, planning and of course, writing to come!

It's going to be a difficult one, I'll be producing from here in California and will most likely need a producer on the ground in Ireland to help get things set up. But I'm looking forward to it, and I'm excited about it! I've been thinking about this one for a long time, in fact, while going through notebooks recently I came across an entry talking about how it might make a good script, it was dated 2007!

So here's to the next film, a touching love story, about two people from different worlds who fall in love over 10 days at Christmas in Ireland, to the back drop of friends, family, parties, pubs, food and drink, cold wet days and warm winter nights. I think it's a special story, and one were looking forward to sharing with you. And of course, if you know us... Spoiler Alert... You know how it all works out!!! But there'll be a few surprises in there too.

Romantic, funny, heartfelt, occasionally dramatic and heart breaking its going to be a fun story to tell. We hope you'll join us on the journey and over the next year help and support us along the way.

Thanks for reading.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Sunday, December 21, 2014

The celluloid journey and the 9 to 5.

I'm currently in California, working at Apple. I'm thrilled. Truly. It's a great job, with great people. I get to do something I like for a company I've long respected and admired and believe in. And I can provide for my family. And that's what I'm doing now. So for the next while I won't be actively working on any projects.

I would like to make another film someday. But I'm not in the rush I was. And right now, I don't know what kind of film I want to make anyway. Before it was the hunger of wanting to get a film made that drove me, which probably wasn't a good thing. It was the film over the story. And it should always be the other way around. So right now, I don't have a story I want to tell. I have a ton of scripts, a few I like, some I've been working on for years, but I'm not hungry to make any of them anymore.

I'm happy not to think about it for a while. I'm sure I'll make another film someday. But I'm not making films at the moment. I'm not actively working on a project or seeking to work on a project. And I doubt I will be for some time, unless a story grabs me, and won't let go. Until then I won't be posting here. The blog will still be up, until such a time as I pick it up again. But I don't want to be posting random bullshit, or stretching for half interesting non subjects! I'd rather wait till the journey continues, until there's something to post about.

So, until next time, thank you once again for reading and following over the last ten years or so. Maybe I'll see you further on down the line. For now, it's the 9 to 5 for me, and that's OK.

Slán agus Beannacht.

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Dole Day

I wrote this a couple of months before I left Ireland. I had actually forgotten all about it, just came across it as I was cleaning out my hard drive. I guess it sums up a lot of why I left Ireland. You can see a lot of stuff is annoying me, but over all I think it was a feeling of being trapped, held down and held back. Living in Ireland was constantly frustrating. This day summed it up, Dole Day...

By Frank Kelly

I zip up my coat. Throw my bag over my shoulder. Put on my hat. Tell my wife and daughter I love them and that I’ll see them in an hour or so. I’m off out to collect my dole. A weekly trip that allows me some time to walk, think and if the que allows, grab a coffee and maybe read a magazine or write in my notebook.
I close the door. Easy for most. Not on my falling down house. We’ve been trying to get this door replaced for five years, my grandmother for five years before that. Ten years in all. A decade. It’s a council house you see. And the council don’t like to stretch themselves. Oh, they’ll be fairly lively if you fall a week behind in your rent. But it takes them ten years to do one of the three things they agree to do in the tenancy agreement. 
So our front door is in poor condition. It swells with every degree in temperature. Making in nearly impossible to open or close. In our attempts to slam the door shut one day the knocker fell off. So now I have to hook it back in through the fixture to close it. It’s a hassle every time and makes leaving the house a chore. I don’t know how many minutes, hours, of my life the council owe me, but I’m sure it wont be put into consideration when tallying up the back rent owed.
I walk up the hill. Up the slimey muddy hill. Covered in mud from the careless motorist who drive down the footpath, ripping up the green and leaving a trail behind them like some giant rude snail I wish I could squish. I walk passed the row of houses. As falling down as my own. Where two young mothers stand and smoke and gossip. I pass hundreds upon hundred of soggy cigarette butts lying strewn about the place because they treat our street like their own personal ashtray. Makes me glad I’m moving in a few months. Makes me think it couldn’t come sooner. It was a nice street in my grandmother’s day. She wouldn’t stand for this. I’m just tired of it. And I’d rather sleep than argue.
I get to the top of the hill. Admire the brief view across the valley to the houses on the other side of town, and then turn. I pass the butcher’s that only opens on odd days. Face the bedsit where a drug dealer hung himself last year. A house made from the alley between two other houses by a money grabbing landlord, currently in the process of renovating it as cheaply as possible. 
I stand and wait for the traffic to break. Motorist don’t stop here. They’ll speed up to get ahead of you. It’s a dangerous place to cross. A woman was killed here a few months, crossing with her shopping, walking home with her dinner, mowed down by a speeding motorist who wanted to get ahead, get there five seconds faster. One life taken. One life ruined. Nether of them got to where they were going, never will. My grandmother was hit by a car on this street. Left paralised from the waist down. Still the motorists speed by. Obviously to the fact that their driving a ton of motorised steel. That if they glanced me they would tear me apart. Makes me glad I never learned to drive. Make me glad I’m not one of them.
I eventually get across. I pass the chinese takeaway. The owners live in the appartment attached. The drainage pipe to their sink flows onto the path. I resent having to skip over their dirty dishwater. I recent that they don’t take in their bins that block the foot path. I resent that their delivery people always park on the footptath making it impossible to get by. I resent their half sized car-park carved out of a lost garden, means that cars hang out onto the footpath and block passage. But they do make nice curry.
Down Palace street. The land of doggy dodo. Like Elephants going to the Elephant graveyard to die, dogs pilgrimage to Palace street to shit. It’s unbelieveable. But there are dogs on this street that I like. A friendly golden lab who comes to his gate everyday to say hello. His friend, a king charles, who stays at the door, but bows a respectful nod. An old dog we call Seamus, who’s owner is caretaker at the school down there. He sits on the steps and waits for him everyday. Though I don’t think his owner is very nice to him. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen old Seamus in a long time. Maybe he’s gone on holiday.
I cut across William St. It’s changed quite a bit since I was a kid. There was a shopping centre built on it at the end of the boom. Nice place. Mostly empty. Makes for a handy short cut, if not a somewhat expensive one for whoever built it. 
I exit onto Laurence st. I’m on town now. It’s bustling. Everyone’s out. It’s dole day. Possible children’s allowance day too. I hope not. Doubles the que. I pass familiar faces. Say hello. Nod across the street at acquaintences. Weaving through convoys of strollers and miandering toddlers. Pass the coffee shop at the bottom of the street where my wife worked for a year and a half. 
I cross the new pedestrian crossing, another game of cat and mouse for pedestrains and motorists. Blasse motorists glide through, oblivious. The amount of times I’ve seen people almost hit. I know some have been. I’d love to see those drivers caught. A cop in the right place at the right time… Oh wait here’s one, driving with one hand on the wheel while talking on the phone and doing exactly the same thing. Hopeless.
West st. is the main street. Bustling. Always. Bad buskers here and there. A girl with a weak voice, drowned out by everything. A college kid with his mates banging out bad covers of bad songs. An booze hound with a soleful voice singing ‘My Girl’ for the price of his next pint.
Scumbags and drug dealers. Little maggots skiding BMX bikes. Mothers with screaming kids. Aul fellas and their walking sticks. Aul one’s and their bus passes. St. Peter cathedral and bus full of tourist in to see The Head. Yes, we have the severed head of a saint in our main church. Life’s bunting clattering in the breeze.
I cross the street again to the post office. Good, the que isn’t too bad. I shouldn’t be long. A man in his sixties talks about finding work in Poland, how he’s leaving for three months, has to go to where the work is. Don’t we all. How times have change. A younger man. Tatoos. Shadows under his sunken eyes and a deep scar on his slack jaw. Fresh payment. For what? Who knows? Who cares? Nothing to do with me.
I hope I don’t get her.  I do. I pass my card through. She scans it. I sign the receipt. Then pass my rent card through and my bills. €70 on the rent. €80 on the bills. She’s always very pleasant when I come in on normal post business, sending packages, buying stamps. But when I come in to collect my dole she’s different. Cold. Rude. She doesn’t look up. Doesn’t make eye contact. Doesn’t smile. 
I want to shout, ‘Hey, look at me. I’m not a free loader, I’d rather by working, in fact, I do work, I write, I make films, I wish I could make pay, some day soon I hope to, until then I will work at it. Everyday all day. I won’t, I don’t, rest. When you clock out at 5pm I’ll still be working. When you have your dinner at 6pm I’ll still be working. When you sit down to watch your evenings TV I’ll still be working. When you go to bed, fall asleep, drift into dream, guess what? I’ll be up, at 2am, working and then up again at 8am when my 3 year-old daughter wakes me. I’m not a free loader. But go ahead, shun me, scorn me, think ill of me if it make you feel better. But I bet it doesn’t. Look up and smile at me. That might.’ But no. You won’t. You don’t.
Humilaition done for the day I head to the bank. €40 on a loan there. Then to the credit union €50 on another loan there. Leaves me with about €20 for the rest of the week. I feel the sting of panic. A rush of hot blood to the head. But I know I’ll get through. My wife buys the food. We wont starve. We don’t go out. We don’t go to the movies or even rent movies that much anymore. We’re not extravagent in anyway. Can’t afford to be. So we’ll muddle through. Till September. When we move.  I try to figure out how I’m going to afford to immigrate with my entire family with €20 a week after everything’s paid. But somehow, I will, somehow, I must.
Heading for home. I take a different route. Up and up peter st. I stop off in the St. Vincent de Paul nic-nac shop to see if I can pick up a little something for my daughter. I bought the entire Disney classics collection for less than a tenner on VHS in there. They look fine. She doesn’t know the difference. We’ve been enjoying them together in the unemployed afternoons. I’ll say one good thing for being unemployed, I’ve got to spend everyday with my daughter since she was born. I would never trade that. Not for the largest salary in the country.
I find some paper sleeved TV shows, The Wind in the Willows, maybe they’re more for me. Nostalgia lifted them from the shelf and happily paid the 20¢ a disc. Home again home again top of the hill. It’s sunnier now. I can see out to Monasterboice, and the rolling hills where the rain clouds still hang. I can see the hospital where I was born, the chruch where I was christained, the school where I drifted in and out of daydreams. And in front of me, my house, once my grand parents house, where I spent much of my childhood. My life in four walls. My life as far as the eye can see. All around me. The walls of the old jail soaking up every moment to preserve in memory, incase I forget.

The door opens and Georgie, our border collie, bolts toward me. They tell you dogs don’t smile. But dogs do smile. She circles the green. I like to see her run. Border collies should run. My wife smiles up at me. I hear my daughter’s tiny voice ring like a bell “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” and I meet her at the end of the path. She throws her arms around my neck and I pick her up. “I love you,” she says, “I love you too,” I say, “I love you three,” her newest joke, she cracks up. I laugh, my heart swells. I kiss her cheek. I kiss my wife. Place my hand on her growing tummy, our son inside, and say hello to bump. I call my dog. We all go inside. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


I reckon I'll be doing a bit of blogging from the road next week, so just wanted to test the blogger app. Nothing to see here, move along.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Manifest Destiny Time!

I've been meaning write a blog for a while now, seldom have time these days between the job and the kids (currently running around having tantrums behind me... I may not get to finish this right now) but I shall try today. Lot on my mind these days too. Life's journey has taken some curious turns of late. I'm not really sure what the next step will bring. Tomorrow I go back to work for my final 4 days. I put in my notice last week. Finally. Once finished we pack up the car and drive across the country to our new home in Seattle. 

We had been thinking about moving for several months, researching town and city after town and city, until we finally arrived at Seattle, and it just struck a chord with us, so we decided to go for it. It's a huge leap of faith, I've never been there, Maryann (my wife) has only been there once and as a child. We don't have much money, about enough to get us there, we have no jobs to go to and no place of our own. We'll be staying with friends until we get set up. I never really wanted to be in this situation, or to put our family on someone like this, you know, arrive in someone's home, two adults, two wild kids and a dog. But this is our window of opportunity, a chance to make a change and break free of the last year, and it's only because of the generosity of these people that we can do it. So we're doing it.

All trepidation aside, it feels exciting, like we're moving on to something better. I think this is how it should have felt when we left Ireland. But that was such an emotional wrench, there was nothing exciting about it. Then we landed here in Indianapolis, and pretty soon it started to shape up be to like nothing what we wanted, and that's how the year went. It was a struggle, we felt isolated, we were depressed, frustrated, lonely, homesick. Then came hardest Winter I've ever been through (The hardest Winter on record in Indiana, just incase you think I'm being soft!). We had trouble with medical insurance. We fought more than we had in the previous 6 years. There was fear, doubt, regret. Basically every bad emotion you can think of became our daily routine. It was exhausting and most of the time I felt like giving up and going home. But that wasn't really an option. We had given everything up back in Ireland. We left our house. We had sold most of our belongings. We would be going back to nothing. We'd be starting from scratch after a very expensive, really crappy holiday!

When I got the job it came as a huge relief, we had an income. It took away a huge amount of stress. But soon the job just added to the stress. Yes, it paid the bills, just about. But the hours were long. The over-time was outrageous and unpaid. I had the worst boss I've ever come across, a truly unhinged and vindictive individual, who nobody liked (soon to immortalised in a script... that's the trouble with pissing off writers! Fair warning). I worked nights, slept days and saw my family less and less, never saw friends, my days off were in the middle of the week, when everyone else was working. So after a couple of months of this we decided it was time to move on. 

Something else the job did was remove all time for being creative and writing. Over the year I frantically tried to get something going, get writing, find ways I could get another film made, I think I recorded about ten kickstarter pitch videos for various projects, only for reality to tap me on the shoulder and say "What about the rent, the bills, your medical insurance. You can't be making films silly man!" And ideas would be chased away. I think the biggest thing to for me to come to terms with was not having the freedom anymore to get a project up and running. In Ireland I could. It would be hard work, but it could be done. Here, it feels like it's less of an option. I'd like to able to make my living from film, for that to pay the bills. But I just don't see how that can happen. Film has never paid me. I've never done it for money of course. I've done it for the love of it. But after a while, with a wife and two kids, you realise Love doesn't pay the bills. The currency of this mad world is cold hard cash. And as one opportunity after another slips away, you begin to wonder if there are many more left.

I still want to make films of course, I haven't given up on the dream. I hope I never reach the point where I do. I'm just trying to figure out how I can survive and still make films. Maybe I can only make the odd short film. Maybe I'll have to work, save, and make a feature film every two or three years, something small, that only takes a couple of weeks to shoot with a small cast and crew. I don't know. Even that seems way out of reach at the moment. But we're in flux again right now. I'm surround by packing boxes and thinking about getting set up in a new town. It'll be months before I can even think about all this again, and who knows what will happen then. Maybe some new opportunities, new ideas, new inspiration from a new town. God knows Indianapolis has provided me with enough material for a long time to come.

I had started looking at making 'Float' into a film, I even announced it would be my next film, but then I started getting quotes from people and the budget start going up and up and up... and I thought, there's no way I can get that kind of money now! I'm a nobody, nobody saw my last film, so who's going to give me $1,000,000 for this?!?! So I started looking at a more personal, smaller project, 'Pipe Dream', the story of how I built a half pipe at the side of my house back in the 80s, getting back to 'Emily's Song' territory. But that's set in Ireland, and I'm moving west! I haven't given up on either of them, they've just been push further back. I still want to make Float, but that might be three films away, 5 years away. I would love to make 'Pipe Dream', but how to I get to a point where I can raise enough money to make the film and then leave my family here for a month while I go back to Ireland to shoot it?! If reality taps me on the shoulder again, I'll break it's finger.

I've been talking to my wife about an Irish Film Society since we landed here last year. I wanted to get one going here, but never found the time. As part of that I'd like to set up a mentorship programme to encourage filmmakers, not just young filmmakers, but discouraged filmmakers, that 40 year-old who's been slogging it out for 20 years and is on the verge of giving up. Finding them, bringing them over here, for a week of film, education and encouragement, to reinvigorate them and inspire them, then lead them into a mentorship programme that guides them through a production. And sending American filmmakers to Ireland, to experience Cinema from a different perceptive, to work with Irish directors and actors. It's been on the cards for a while, so hopefully there's something there, some interest and support (finance!)

I guess I'll see what Seattle brings and where we are in a few months. I think I just need a solid surface to pitch from. I don't have that at the moment, so everything else is uncertain. I need a base! And a place me and my family can put down routes. You know, I really do wish it had worked out here for us, that we felt at home here. I really don't want to be moving all over again! When you've moved around the world, the last thing you want to do is move across a continent so soon! And their are so many great people here. People gave their time, encouragement, furniture and even money to help us get set up. I'll be forever grateful to them. And we really hope we're not offending them in someway by leaving, like we took what we could get and then bogged off somewhere else! It's not like that. It just didn't click for us here. It hasn't felt like home for us, and we realised after a while, it never would. I really don't know if it's going to be any better for us in Seattle, but we have to try. I moved to this country to give my kids a better life, and I'm going to keep moving until I do find it. So on we go, westward.

Our Route - 2300 Miles, 5 days, through 9 States, in a mini-van, with 2 kids under 5 and a dog!!!