So I was at a WGA event all day today. It’s the 50th year of the writers’ guild, and so they’re doing some different things this year. Usually they do this series like, from the page to the screen type thing, one each for film and TV. Seems like they’re kinda combining the two this year. This “festival” is a two-day event spread out across two Saturday’s in two different months. This was the first one, called “the business.” The next one, which I will miss because I’ll be watching my brother get gradumacated out in Chicago, will be “the craft.” I’m bummed, actually, that I’ll be missing that one. I find learning about the craft to always be much more interesting than the business…which just never fails to stress me out as much as it educates and inspires me.

I guess that’s what I left with today…this odd mix of feeling like I learned some valuable stuff, that I really can be successful at what I want, along with this crushing feeling of “Hollywood fucking sucks.” I don’t know still how to reconcile the two…so I’ll just keep writing.

That

Is

The

Fucking

Key.

Just keep writing…

I start that again in a couple days. Tomorrow, first, is an off day and a proper one. Well…kinda, I guess. Narrations will happen. There are 25 of them in the queue. I want to rip through all of them.

I did come home and resist the urge to completely pass out, and I did the remaining stragglers of my Netflix work.

I’ve done right by myself so far, you guys. I’m finishing. I just need to keep doing that, and realizing that I tend to get kinda depressed each time I finish something. If I keep my turnaround times short from project to project, I think I can keep that post-depression at bay. Mostly.

Just keep writing.