Assuming I can shuttle the print around quickly enough, I seem to be in my first film festival. If I don't attend, I'll feel terribly deprived, as if the proverbial tree had fallen in the forest and I wasn't there to hear it. But it's going to be a tight squeeze - my film is supposed to show on the 26th and 27th, and the film market doesn't end until the 25th. And I'm already taking six days vacation from work at a difficult time; it will be hard to push that any further. And the trip will be expensive: the festival doesn't pay for anything, even the shipping of the print, which it seems to me is often covered. And I get the feeling that Blue Sky might be a local sort of festival that doesn't lead to much else. Oh, well--I'll have to think about it. I wish the guy had at least remembered seeing my film....
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