And keep my sideburns too*

I've been here before.  There is nothing new about this place, these feelings.

I've been reading Outrageous Fortune by Todd London with Ben Pesner and Zannie Giraud Voss.  If you're a playwright, do not read this book.  As a board member for ScriptWorks, I felt I needed to read it.

And then something I was hoping for fell through.  A Commission.  It went to people I respect and who deserve it.  But still...

I thought about going out and getting a job.  Giving up all this "glamour" for a steady paycheck.  God knows, my family could use it.

It feels... selfish to pursue my art.

It feels pointless.

And so I started a "new" play.  It's actually an attempt to translate a screenplay I wrote to the stage.  I can do it... if I can find the... what?  Courage?  Internal discipline?  Selfishness?

If I actually had some skills and the necessary paperwork that could earn money, I might well quit writing.

And I know how lucky I am.  I have an amazing wife who earns enough money for us so that I can pursue my art at my leisure... as long as I keep the house clean, do the laundry, cook gourmet meals, and drive the girls hither, thither, and yon. :)

Back to the grindstone.

*Leon Russell, Tryin' to Stay 'Live