We’re On A Break…Maybe

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There’s a perfectly good explanation for this picture. I swear. So come on, follow me to find out why.

When I came to California it was because after more than a year of agonizing and debating, I realized that this was the place that I needed to be in order to reach my full potential. As I mentioned in a previous post, in a relatively short amount of time I came very close to seizing a huge opportunity that would’ve helped put me on the right path. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen and I had to bear a great responsibility for that setback.

I promised myself that I would do better this year but to tell you the truth, I haven’t lived up to that promise as best I can.

Make no mistake I have been writing. A lot. Daily. For multiple places. But, it’s not exactly the sort of writing that will get me what I want. It helps me eat, which with a new car (which I am so grateful to have — the bus makes you racist, angry, and anything else overly dramatic you can think of), a new apartment (in the area Chris Brown lost his mind…fancy, fancy) and the same bitches down my back (hello, Sallie) isn’t always the easiest feat.

I’m actively writing every day for work. It’s not everything I want it to be, but I’m a lot more fortunate than I sometimes realize. I can call myself a writer and actually mean it.

It could be worse:

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I could be doing this in a thong for money. Actually, shaking ass for cash would be a much more lucrative option, only I’m not in good enough shape for it. Blame it on the bread, booze, and biscuits…in addition to my bitch ass for not keeping up with a strenuous gym schedule.

By the way, before any of you shady queens (and the women who model themselves after them) try to read me like I come on a note card, I realize that this jig is off.

In my defense, I was in Vegas, drunk out of my mind (it was my birthday weekend, I’m allowed) and making fun of people — namely myself. I have video proof of me doing a lot more in a much more fluid way, but that might come back to haunt me so I’d rather not post it.

Yes, I’m such a tease.

In any event, you have no idea how much I love this blog and the feedback I get from it. That said, for the remainder of the month it won’t be much of a priority. I hate typing that sentence because I feel like finally people are finding out about the site and me. That’s not to say I won’t be updating at all.

When I have time, I will. But, should it take a couple of days just know that I’m actively working to meet some deadlines. And I must write hot fire. Please read that last sentence in your best Dylan voice.

Who knows, maybe this post will end up meaningless and I’ll be able to write regularly. But if not, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Still, invite people to check me out. I’ve been doing this for five years. I have plenty of old posts and some are just as relevant today as they are the day I wrote them. Others, not so much. Ignore those.

Ya’ll I say this modestly: My talent goes so much beyond this blog and I have to make sure the right people know that.

So maybe I’ll work in some video blogs. Maybe I’ll have guest bloggers. Maybe I’ll just type one word sentences to let folks know that I’m alive. Whatever’s clever. Feel free to still send me ideas.

In the meantime, I’m about to go work on one script so I can hurry up and begin and finish another.

Wish me luck.

P.S. Sometimes I see smart alec comments like, “You been gone all this time and you only come back with this?” Thank you for the enthusiasm, but if you’re not dropping money in the cookie jar called Paypal, you’re not helping me pay any bills or slide any bills into a stripper of choice. Be easy.

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