The Writer's Routine
I've recently realized that it's a requirement to set aside time for writing and to treat it as if it were a job and less of a hobby. I guess that's been my problem over the years -- I've taken my writing seriously as a hobby but that just isn't good enough. Writing needs to be treated as a bodily function, according to my employed television writer friends. I think it was Rob Wolfe who told me that writing needs to be taken "as seriously as taking a dump or paying your taxes". Well put, bud.
Also, despite becoming very anti-reality TV over the last five years -- I literally gag whenever I see an advert for Survivor or American Idol. I come from a generation where reality TV was watching Cops when you didn't have anything to do on Saturday night or Trading Spaces when Sunday afternoon hangovers begged for a little TLC (oh, such a Heisler joke, I know). Anyway, I find myself inexplicably compelled to A&E's Dog the Bounty Hunter. Maybe it's the setting: Hawaii. Or maybe it's just so cool to see a born-again Christian ex-con as the world's greatest bounty hunter. He's quite the family man and reminds me so much of someone I know. It's quite good. Also, it could just be the white trash in me surfacing.
I'm trying so hard not to think about Montréal or McGill or being in escrow. This is like one of those pivotal moments in life where I'm doing my utmost to pretend like it ain't happening. I can hear my father lecturing me about reevaluating my life situation and making sure I have good insurance.
En tout cas. I shall write, listen to 80s pop music and giggle like a madman whenever I hear the song "Come On Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners. Hehehe... it's probably like the oldest joke in 80s pop music but I'm still giggling.
Also, despite becoming very anti-reality TV over the last five years -- I literally gag whenever I see an advert for Survivor or American Idol. I come from a generation where reality TV was watching Cops when you didn't have anything to do on Saturday night or Trading Spaces when Sunday afternoon hangovers begged for a little TLC (oh, such a Heisler joke, I know). Anyway, I find myself inexplicably compelled to A&E's Dog the Bounty Hunter. Maybe it's the setting: Hawaii. Or maybe it's just so cool to see a born-again Christian ex-con as the world's greatest bounty hunter. He's quite the family man and reminds me so much of someone I know. It's quite good. Also, it could just be the white trash in me surfacing.
I'm trying so hard not to think about Montréal or McGill or being in escrow. This is like one of those pivotal moments in life where I'm doing my utmost to pretend like it ain't happening. I can hear my father lecturing me about reevaluating my life situation and making sure I have good insurance.
En tout cas. I shall write, listen to 80s pop music and giggle like a madman whenever I hear the song "Come On Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners. Hehehe... it's probably like the oldest joke in 80s pop music but I'm still giggling.