Don’t Shave Too Soon
I guess I didn’t shave too soon. I got a call for an interview yesterday. Looks pretty promising, but I’m restraining myself. I was really hurt after CBD handed me the smackdown. I don’t want to fall like that again. I think I gots da skillz. I think I’d do okay at this place. But I don’t want to get to excited. It is only an interview after all.
It’s really depressing to not be writing. I have had the pretty much ready to go, basic plotline for what was going to be called, The Next Big Thing for at least a week and a half now. Aside from not knowing what I’m going to call it anymore (for those of you who don’t know, there is a movie of a similar name scheduled to come down the pike in the near future)... aside from that I am all set to work, but it’s so hard to get motivated. I get out of bed when Stef goes to work in the morning. I watch TV for a couple of hours. I check my email. Then I come here. Watch more TV. Shower. Eat dinner. Watch more TV. Go to sleep. I’m really feeling useless of late.
I think the job will help me, but about that I’m not even sure. Jobs tend to one of two things to my creative drive. They either elevate it, cause when I get home I’m so sick of the 9 to 5 that I need to create, or they dismantle it, cause when I get home, I’m so bogged down by life that creating anything, just thinking about creating anything seems tiresome.
One can only hope it’s the former and not the latter.