I am so sick of my dad’s voice.

I have spent the past week and a bit editing my final piece. I have watched my dad speak for countless hours, and I have listened to the same soundbites dozens of times. At least I’m almost finished.

I wasn’t able to make it the editing masterclass, but I have been using many a youtube tutorial as well as Paul Ritchard’s notes to help me along.

I don’t dislike editing, I just dislike how long it takes. I wish I was faster at editing, but I can’t get to be better and faster without first being slower while I still learn. I enjoy being able to see a piece go from three hours of footage to a five minute video. I enjoy being able to cut thing together to form a new meaning, to change the story. I like being able to tell a story with video.

While cutting together a video may be something I enjoy, even if it takes forever, finding music to go with that video is something I will always hate.

While I’m editing a piece, I have a clear idea in my mind about what sort of music should be playing with the video. I then try and find similar music on a multitude of royalty-free websites, and I never have any luck. I always end up picking something that a) can legally be used for my purposes; and b) sort of fits with the tone, mood and tempo of my piece.

One day I will be a confident editor with a friend who is an awesome musician willing to do things for free. Until then, I have to make do with my intermediate skills and sort of okay music choices.