Sometimes I think I may have lost my way. I mean, I originally conceived the online journal as a way of putting down thoughts about a lot of things - maybe even thoughts I wouldn't normally share out loud, but stuff that I found compelling and interesting and would put out here for whoever wanted to pick through them. Or ignore them, for that matter.
Instead it seems to have turned into a straightforward chronicle of what's going on in my life. Which isn't a bad thing, by any means. I happen to know of one dear friend still slaving away in my former corporate realm who checks these pages regularly simply because there aren't enough hours in the day to keep up with all your friends (hi Toni!).
But the deal is, what happened to the musings that were going to inspire my other writing? Well, the truth of the matter is that I don't know, but I suspect this stuff I've been writing for the past three years isn't all crap. Hidden in there somewhere is a nuggest of useful shit here and there. And even if it is, well, then I'll just put crap in my plays and screenplays, since that's what I have to offer. And really, the whole point of my other writings is to please me, not to make money or show them to people or anything like that. So I guess we'll all get over it, won't we?
Yesterday was yet another Artist Lunch Date at Tuscany Cafe. This week was a little more subdued than the week before - not as many people. But we did have a couple of new folks show up.
Instead it seems to have turned into a straightforward chronicle of what's going on in my life. Which isn't a bad thing, by any means. I happen to know of one dear friend still slaving away in my former corporate realm who checks these pages regularly simply because there aren't enough hours in the day to keep up with all your friends (hi Toni!).
But the deal is, what happened to the musings that were going to inspire my other writing? Well, the truth of the matter is that I don't know, but I suspect this stuff I've been writing for the past three years isn't all crap. Hidden in there somewhere is a nuggest of useful shit here and there. And even if it is, well, then I'll just put crap in my plays and screenplays, since that's what I have to offer. And really, the whole point of my other writings is to please me, not to make money or show them to people or anything like that. So I guess we'll all get over it, won't we?
Yesterday was yet another Artist Lunch Date at Tuscany Cafe. This week was a little more subdued than the week before - not as many people. But we did have a couple of new folks show up.
Old favorites Jeff Bergman, Amy Hartman, and Nick Ruggeri...
...second-timer Phil Real, and old-timer Michael Saffron...
...new-comers Eric Trow and Kathryn Spitz.
...second-timer Phil Real, and old-timer Michael Saffron...
...new-comers Eric Trow and Kathryn Spitz.
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