Carrie called me in July of 2022 to tell me that she had quit her job to pursue acting full time, and that we should shoot something together. I have always talked a big game about making my own stuff on the side, but planning with Carrie was the first time I really thought about how I would put my own spin on a zero-budget production.

I thought about how documentary crews shoot (often with just the director and cinematographer), and I thought about how - on every documentary I’ve ever worked on - there’s this beautiful veritè sequence that everybody likes that hits the cutting room floor. No matter how lovely the sequence is, if the movie is not about cooking dinner, the movie can’t stop to spend 10 minutes on cooking dinner. Could I mimic the feeling of that sequence in a fiction piece?

At the same time, I was thinking about what kind of story I’d want to write for Carrie. We express ourselves very differently, but I’ve always felt Carrie and I had very similar souls. We observe ourselves and the world in similar ways. With that kind of relationship at the center of the film, writing something personal felt natural instead of scary. So, what was going on with me? Well, I'm not sure I could have fully articulated this at the time, but I was spending a lot of energy pretending to be over something that I wasn’t really over.

Those two trains of thought eventually collided and this film feels like the inevitable result.