Success! How foreign it is to me, or at least in the way I sometimes define it. Success can be completing a novel, novella, screenplay and poetry anthology. And granted I've done all these things. But success to me, is always getting it sold, optioned or published - call me crazy. Because I am.
But yesterday - the most success I've ever had with a screenplay happened. Out of nowhere! Straight down out of the boundless blue! An invisible magical line from New York connecting all the way to me in the middle of the country, via email out of all things -- this is how everything happens now. Wow.
Can't help but feeling somewhat accomplished. It has taken the forever long seeming path to get here, but it finally happened. Always when you never expect it. Must remember that.
These little things keep me going. Keep me writing. Most people don't understand what it takes to be a writer. Yeah, you're your own boss...but you are your own boss! You control you and your dedication must be stellar. There's no one there to make you do it. Put thoughts in your head. Make your hands type, putting substance into the complete void of a blank page. Day in and day out, year after year. But then, one day, seven years later...a small step of success. Fingers crossed. Sign of the cross. And I'll try not to crucify my inner psyche before I even know the outcome.
This is the struggle. The constant upwards battle. But days like this make it all worth it. Regardless the outcome, this is a step in the right direction. And one day...just one day...true success will knock on the door, and I'll know exactly what to say.
- Ernest Hemingway
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
I have friends that simply mean the world to me. I may actually regard them more like family, than some family itself. Some I've been through almost twenty years of life with. Some a much shorter time, but it doesn't mean that they didn't have just as strong of an impact on my me.
A shoulder to cry on. A voice on the other side of the phone. Words on a screen, either from 5 minutes away or 5,000 miles.
In the best of times. In the worst of times.
Drinking buddies & a light at the end of the tunnel.
I would do just about anything for them.
But sometimes, friends leave. By no fault of your own. And there's really nothing you can do about it. People act out of their own perceptions and there's absolutely no way you will ever change their view. But I can say this, I have never acted out towards a friend maliciously, and I never plan to do so. It may not be clear what is right or wrong, but there's always a good and bad to any situation.
So let's just say the friends that stay through thick and thin, will be the ones until the end. This I know for sure.
"Friends are born, not made."
-Henry B. Adams
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Ah the waiting, the waiting. The work that works. The creations keep creating...and still...the waiting.
"Abused patience turns to fury."
How many more scripts do I have to write before one gets bought? How many more novels? How many more songs do I have to compose? How many more poems? Ah, then there's the answer...no one knows.
But I know, FOR SURE, that I'll just keep on doing it. Because my greatest fear is failure. And... "You haven't failed until you give up." So I won't...EVER.
"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."
This is my first attempt to begin blogging again...there is hopefully more to come soon!
"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience."
Ralph Waldo Emerson