Status report, Number One
It has been roughly a month since the last update. The LACMA costume went really well. T-Prime (formerly designate T2) finally saw why I was excited about it and willing to put in the work. We had plans to visit The Magic Castle on Halloween itself, but she was sidelined with a migraine and we spent the night in while I tried to take care of her.
Things since then have gone steadily well. We're both on the same page: we've found the person we want to be with. There has been talk of what happens when our respective leases expire next summer, if I move into her decidedly cooler place or if we find something else. There are also frequent comments to the effect of how lucky we are to have found each other, and what a good (if not perfect) fit we are. Neither of us are perfect, but when you jot down what we each appreciate about the other it's quite a solid match. At times like this my natural reluctance to speak in absolutes may make me sound as though I harbor doubts. That is certainly not the case. Waiting to take things to the next level - be it cohabitation, marriage or both - feels like a formality. A bit like the waiting period associated with firearms though no sub-text should be read into that metaphor. It feels to me as though I've found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, which is comforting rather than concerning. I'm more at ease with that thought than I would have expected. What we need right now, though, is more time together as a couple. We're both around 40, and neither of us is rushing into matrimony.
Work remains moderately busy. December threatened to be chaotic. Much of that has been pushed back to January, where I hope to be faced with only my regularly scheduled chaos.
Writing may be coming back out of its stasis. Had a meeting tonight with the team from my earlier project who want me to be their writer for a new sci-fi idea. I submitted a rough-outline for my take on their premise a few months ago. They liked my structure, which conveniently expanded their one movie into an epic trilogy, but it doesn't fit with the direction they want to go with the larger premise. I'm on board with what they want to do and feel comfortable I can deliver what they need.
Someday... I need to get paid for this shit. Love the people and the concept. Done with writing largely on spec.
Things since then have gone steadily well. We're both on the same page: we've found the person we want to be with. There has been talk of what happens when our respective leases expire next summer, if I move into her decidedly cooler place or if we find something else. There are also frequent comments to the effect of how lucky we are to have found each other, and what a good (if not perfect) fit we are. Neither of us are perfect, but when you jot down what we each appreciate about the other it's quite a solid match. At times like this my natural reluctance to speak in absolutes may make me sound as though I harbor doubts. That is certainly not the case. Waiting to take things to the next level - be it cohabitation, marriage or both - feels like a formality. A bit like the waiting period associated with firearms though no sub-text should be read into that metaphor. It feels to me as though I've found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, which is comforting rather than concerning. I'm more at ease with that thought than I would have expected. What we need right now, though, is more time together as a couple. We're both around 40, and neither of us is rushing into matrimony.
Work remains moderately busy. December threatened to be chaotic. Much of that has been pushed back to January, where I hope to be faced with only my regularly scheduled chaos.
Writing may be coming back out of its stasis. Had a meeting tonight with the team from my earlier project who want me to be their writer for a new sci-fi idea. I submitted a rough-outline for my take on their premise a few months ago. They liked my structure, which conveniently expanded their one movie into an epic trilogy, but it doesn't fit with the direction they want to go with the larger premise. I'm on board with what they want to do and feel comfortable I can deliver what they need.
Someday... I need to get paid for this shit. Love the people and the concept. Done with writing largely on spec.