While in Holland the snow is becoming slush and I’m recovering of a bad flu, the realisation of The Bird Can’t Fly is more realistic than it has ever been. The producers created a whole new construction, with a low-budget set up, and we found a new financier, a sales-agent and a fund that wants to support the film. But as for now there are still several obstacles to be taken before we can really shoot. Therefore I’m planning a short period of writing in isolation, to sort out the material for my third novel. Firstly I’m gonna make a one-minute film with a friend and find a funny dress for my second book ball(boekenbal).
For garden-chair fans like me, Morocco and its desert are paradise. Check it out!