Vacation is over and I'm going through that slow ease back into working and L.A. life. I'll tell you, it was very difficult to leave Cleveland this year. So many times in the past, you'd catch me being the first one on the plane. Not so, this time. The weather was awesome, the company we kept with Julie's family was outstanding, and every visit I had was memorable (good and bad).
For the first time in years, I found myself contemplating the "what if's" of moving back east. I know I've discussed this in the past, but as of Saturday, I was searching for a way to make it work. There would be no simple solution. One of us would have to have a job long before any move.
And as I say these words out loud, I feel like I'm betraying myself. Still, the dagger in my heart doesn't hurt as much as it has in the past. I have a feeling that the dark months I went through this past winter may have something to do with that. Watching Sophie and Jake play with their cousins was so heartwarming.
I don't have an answer for this dilemma. It seems that every six months or so, I raise this questions and after I live through the fears and second guessing, something in my career happens that keeps me on the film making path. However, I'm not so confident this time. I turned that script in and I am filled with dread over what the manager guy will think of it. Seriously, this is like a bad relationship with a girl. Every day, I don't know what to expect.
Anyway, I've decided that setting a goal for writing is the best way to keep up the old Thunderbolt. Since baseball season has 62 games left, I will write each day the Indians are playing. That's 62 days over the next three months to ramble and bore the hell out of all of you. Hope you enjoy it.
By the way, the Indians are losing to the Red Sox in the bottom of the 4th.
Aloha
For the first time in years, I found myself contemplating the "what if's" of moving back east. I know I've discussed this in the past, but as of Saturday, I was searching for a way to make it work. There would be no simple solution. One of us would have to have a job long before any move.
And as I say these words out loud, I feel like I'm betraying myself. Still, the dagger in my heart doesn't hurt as much as it has in the past. I have a feeling that the dark months I went through this past winter may have something to do with that. Watching Sophie and Jake play with their cousins was so heartwarming.
I don't have an answer for this dilemma. It seems that every six months or so, I raise this questions and after I live through the fears and second guessing, something in my career happens that keeps me on the film making path. However, I'm not so confident this time. I turned that script in and I am filled with dread over what the manager guy will think of it. Seriously, this is like a bad relationship with a girl. Every day, I don't know what to expect.
Anyway, I've decided that setting a goal for writing is the best way to keep up the old Thunderbolt. Since baseball season has 62 games left, I will write each day the Indians are playing. That's 62 days over the next three months to ramble and bore the hell out of all of you. Hope you enjoy it.
By the way, the Indians are losing to the Red Sox in the bottom of the 4th.
Aloha
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