It’s been a bit quiet on the Mia front – which is normal, seeing how a) we’ve been hard at work at our next project and b) it’s been two years since the short was released.
(Jesus? Has it really been that long?)
(You’re growing old, man.)
Mia, however, is not dead and buried. A while ago, we were surprised to see the short pop up on Belgian on-demand television. And now, I’m proud to announce that Mia will be screening on actually, non-demand TV next Sunday!
So check your TV guides, get a tiny bag of potato chips and enjoy those nine minutes.
I’m working on something. It features these two snippets:
“Penny wanted to reply she would take Adele’s word for it, but before she could, a microphone screeched, and a crackling voice that sounded like it came from a can of peas echoed all around the pool.
“Good afternoon! And welcome to the start of the new polo season.”
The crowd burst into cheers. Penny smiled as she heard Marco’s familiar voice. Marco was a former Arndt student. He was twenty-one, studied radio at the free university and commented small-time sports events his free time. He felt as much a part of the team as any of the girls, and half the team had at some point had a secret (or not so secret) crush on him. Penny was ashamed to say she had been one of them. Marco had been charming and respectful as he let her down. Penny had never felt her heart break so gracefully. “
The girl knelt down in front of the wheel chair. Penny watched her wet hair drip all over the table. Drip, drip, drip. “I’m Freddie”, said the girl. Freddie. Penny would remember Freddie. She would find out where Freddie lived. She would come over to Freddie’s house. Pour acid on Freddie’s face while she was asleep. She would watch as Freddie screamed, her freckled skin smoldering to leather, her flaming red hair curling up and withering. Freddie would be beautiful no more. No more and never again. “Pleased to meet you”, Penny said.
In case you’re wondering, yes I’m still writing, and yes I’m working on something new. Working title – Caravan.
Here’s a little (unedited!) quote:
Suddenly, the crowd exploded with cheers. Even Jack found himself getting up in excitement. He started climbing on top of a grimy, sooty chimney. As he pulled himself on top of it, he positioned himself out of the dirty smoke and could barely catch a glimpse of the man coming onto the stage below. Kinley’s black hair fell onto his shoulders, which were draped with the most expensive yellow linen. He looked strong and handsome, and Jack, who longed for nothing more but to be a grown-up, was in awe.
Kinley raised his hand over the crowd. Immediately, everyone fell silent. “Seven years ago, I embarked on my journey to the Old World. Only now have I returned.” He took a dramatic pause. “Like many, I started a caravan and set off through the desert. I was young, poor and eager for adventure. I have seen many things. But now I know what lies at the far end of the desert. And it is beautiful.”