On Hitting the ground

Alright, so. Here I sit. Graduated from the film program but not yet graduated from school. Finished my latest movie but not quite finished dealing with it. All at once employed and unemployed. Living in a place which seems like a temporary solution for our eventual impending move-out. Finally finished numerous concrete things and now facing nothing but upcoming abstractions.

It's enough to make a man float.
I had wanted, more than anything else to "Hit the ground running"when I finished school especially when it came to writing and filmmaking. I wanted to wake up the next day after my movie was done and go BAM outline outline outline genius.

Hired right out of school. Nimbly avoiding the quagmire of depression which fills every grad who doesn't escape to "find themselves".

Hell no. Self found! Right here motherfucker.

But of course that doesn't work out. Of course I'm stuck under piles of schoolwork and work work and life work and maybe I should be doing more work. So instead I'm hitting the ground. Feebly trying to get up with a piano tied to my back and watching fleet-footed go-getters dash ahead. But I can't be bothered.

Writers fellowship deadline coming up? Free flights/one month living in LA and working with TV writers? Well I could be sad about not making the deadline or I could realize that I'd have to come up with an original spec based on an existing show and that would make me blow my brains out. So, no. I'm going back to the Cam path. I am slow and steady. I am a leaf on the wind. I find my own way.

I'm going to cook enjoyable, good looking meals:

Note: I realize octopus is not good looking

I'm going to have the most fun possible in my last two classes, even though they rob me of precious time to get ahead on my "real life". I will read Moby Dick on the beach till I get sunburnt:

I will continue to follow my theory of "If you look like a writer, people will believe you are a writer, then you are a writer". Making the wall of post-its really helped my movie and a girl who visited my room once was very intrigued. This month I've decided to start the good old book of ideas you carry with you everywhere. Which is to say I bought a big book and have spent days transcribing all my hobo sheets, recycled day planners and e-idea sheets into it:

Well that's gosh-darned writerly in and of itself.

Not to mention I think constantly about one short, one television pilot and one feature length film which I hope to write next. I've written one page of one of them in commemoration.

It will be included in my next blog entry.

Tease tease tease.

If you are a member of The Peak collective...I urge you to catch up on all pertinent literature.

CAM