We held the premiere for A Wish for Giants on February 17, 2018 with over 800 people at Toretti Auditorium at the Kovalchick Convention and Athletic Complex in Indiana, PA.  It was certainly a successful event and the general feedback for the film has been positive, from those in attendance as well as from film reviewers from around the country; but I don’t really care.  Of course, I am exaggerating.  Naturally, as the director (and so much more) I was and continue to be grateful for the response and humbled by the experience, but it’s over now.

This afternoon I cleared everything for A Wish for Giants from my editor after archiving a master backup drive.  I organized my Director’s Book for the last time and placed it along so many others, stored away to be rarely thought of and referenced even less.  In a few days I’ll be getting back my poster from the premiere, signed by principal cast and crew, in a custom frame to hang alongside others in my office.  I’ll be proud of it.  I’ll look at it from time to time.  I’ll recall many amazing experiences through it, and some that I would much rather forget.  I’ll be supporting the film for a festival run throughout the rest of the year, and I’ll be thrilled to go on that ride with it, but it’s no longer a priority of mine.

For 18 months A Wish for Giants dominated my life at the expense of everything else to some extent or another; and now it’s over.  All of the time, effort, sacrifice, pain, joy, highs and lows for 78 minutes of flickering light that, for me, has now faded into shadow… but when the light of a projector begins to push back the shadows at a screening, I’ll again be grateful, again be humbled and again reminded of the magic created whenever light dances in a darkened room.