Going Dark

There will be no new postings in the next few days because I will be in Florida visiting me mum and step-father for my Birthday. Raul will be flying in from California on Friday night to join us for the weekend and then we’ll fly back home together before he goes off to Italy, yet again, the next day. My cousin Aaron and his girlfriend Harmonie are coming over from Orlando for dinner on Saturday night, too. Will be nice to see them again.

Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, my Birthday. Ugh. I hate Birthdays. Who wants to celebrate getting older? Yuck. So the last few months have been very difficult and I think I finally figured out why: because I’m turning a horrible age this year that I can’t even bare to mention. Usually, I’m excited about the possibilities of the New Year, but this New Year has been very different. I think this number (my new age) has reminded me I ain’t getting any younger. And I guess, deep down inside, it kills me that by this age I, essentially, don’t even have a career, yet. I’ve put all my eggs into one basket, but there’s no guarantee it’s ever going to pan out. How’s that for gambling with your life? And the more I do it, the more difficult I realize it is to break into the movie business. But I can’t stop now. I want to be a screenwriter more than anything in the world. I would cut off my right nut, if I thought it would help. Well, no, maybe my left one. But I have to remind myself that I’ve had to overcome several obstacles to get to this point and I really haven’t been doing it that long. It just feels like it. Like an eternity sometimes.

Well, I didn’t want to turn this into an essay, but it just keeps going and going like the Energizer bunny. Basically, I’m just concerned about an uncertain future. Yadda, yadda, yadda. That’s probably why I have a cankersore (stings like a bitch), my lower back aches and my teeth hurt because I’m stressed with a capitol ‘S’. Bitch and moan. Bitch and moan. Break out the violins and play me a sad tune.

On the screenwriting front, there’s not much to report. Except, I made a last ditch effort to meet with Mr. Movie Star’s partner this Friday before I go to FL and he goes off to Australia … But I never heard back. :( Perhaps, he thinks I’m being too presumptuous? I don’t know. All I know is I’m trying to be more aggressive. That’s why I sent a second email to my classmate re: my horror/thriller. And guess what? He still didn’t reply. Son-of-a-bitch! So, screw it, I’m just going to send my script directly to his prodco he is a partner in with at least one other alumnus (<----- is that the correct spelling?).

So, until next week, hasta la vista, baby.