Strategerie Needed
I got paid I got paid I got paid for film crewing! I got paid enough to buy a Louisville football club scarf AND a ticket to the first game. But. But. BUT. I can't. There are more responsible moves. What to do... Buy groceries? Save it all? Send it to Mom for holding as a hobby investment? Tell Mom to start a new online checking account and put it there as a business account to save for something big that benefits the whole family or works toward increasing income or is set aside for grad school tuition?
Film work is sweet though and I like leading the writer group alongside its president. And I want to have a full time writing schedule. I read on Go Into the Story this daunting goal of read one screenplay a week, watch two movies a week, write seven pages a week, spend 14 hours a week planning what will be written. It actually doesn't seem that daunting a goal except for the two movies a week part. I have trouble watching much TV or any media at all these days unless it's something my dad likes also. At least I got him to watch Conan O'Brien and Constantine so I can keep up with those.
In my perfect life, I get accepted into a grad school screenwriting program. (Why not marketing or education or business administration or accounting?) Because then I am supposed to be practicing math for the GRE right now. I do research to pay for college or else I teach. I write jokes and have a standup routine I am working on. I keep my expense money, side biz investmments and savings in separate accounts. I read 20 pgs a night, alternating between scripts and nonfiction and fiction. I see one film in the theater once per month. I work enough to meet my expenses and save for future lifestyle upgrades, I keep my house habitually clean, I keep careful financial records, and I feed myself at a better quality and consistently than most people in college. I get a professional haircut for about $60 twice a year, keep my website hosted for $115 or less a year, and I exercise three times a week at least yoga and walking or PT exercises. I maybe have an orchid and a mini orange bush blooming on my windowsill and find time to make or bake something to share with friends.
I thought on the way home tonight I am trying to build my own Cathedral of Junk. Not the one in Austin, TX, for that is someone else's Cathedral of Junk. But all the elements of life satisfaction I am trying to bring together seem so at odds with each other, yet I don't want to throw any of them away. So it is my own Cathedral of Junk that gives my life enough meaning to make me happy. If I am a married comedy screenwriter-actor-director-producer-artist-photographer-animator-game-designer-novelist-comedian, and have published an article to an academic journal, THEN I can find no further bar for success and can be happy with my artistic achievements. OK, all these titles seems like a lot. I'm trying to do the ones where it's easy to measure a number of projects up to the point where I have five projects on my resume, then see which ones sucked the most to know what to drop. And, you know, which ones got me money and praise fastest. Those can stay I think.
Film work is sweet though and I like leading the writer group alongside its president. And I want to have a full time writing schedule. I read on Go Into the Story this daunting goal of read one screenplay a week, watch two movies a week, write seven pages a week, spend 14 hours a week planning what will be written. It actually doesn't seem that daunting a goal except for the two movies a week part. I have trouble watching much TV or any media at all these days unless it's something my dad likes also. At least I got him to watch Conan O'Brien and Constantine so I can keep up with those.
In my perfect life, I get accepted into a grad school screenwriting program. (Why not marketing or education or business administration or accounting?) Because then I am supposed to be practicing math for the GRE right now. I do research to pay for college or else I teach. I write jokes and have a standup routine I am working on. I keep my expense money, side biz investmments and savings in separate accounts. I read 20 pgs a night, alternating between scripts and nonfiction and fiction. I see one film in the theater once per month. I work enough to meet my expenses and save for future lifestyle upgrades, I keep my house habitually clean, I keep careful financial records, and I feed myself at a better quality and consistently than most people in college. I get a professional haircut for about $60 twice a year, keep my website hosted for $115 or less a year, and I exercise three times a week at least yoga and walking or PT exercises. I maybe have an orchid and a mini orange bush blooming on my windowsill and find time to make or bake something to share with friends.
I thought on the way home tonight I am trying to build my own Cathedral of Junk. Not the one in Austin, TX, for that is someone else's Cathedral of Junk. But all the elements of life satisfaction I am trying to bring together seem so at odds with each other, yet I don't want to throw any of them away. So it is my own Cathedral of Junk that gives my life enough meaning to make me happy. If I am a married comedy screenwriter-actor-director-producer-artist-photographer-animator-game-designer-novelist-comedian, and have published an article to an academic journal, THEN I can find no further bar for success and can be happy with my artistic achievements. OK, all these titles seems like a lot. I'm trying to do the ones where it's easy to measure a number of projects up to the point where I have five projects on my resume, then see which ones sucked the most to know what to drop. And, you know, which ones got me money and praise fastest. Those can stay I think.