Today is a strange day simply because I’m desperate but don’t care.
Sometimes I live my life forwards and backwards it feels. Money is such a strange thing in a way.
While money is freedom veering towards such reality of things such as “real job” can be detrimental for a writer. Perhaps the struggles of commitment and sacrifice for such commitment pay off.
If only I could be as dedicated to relationships as I am to my career I’d have it made. Realistically I can’t though. The reason why is simply because of time management.
To me it is worth it and it’s going to be hard pressed to find a woman who can or wants to put up with that.
Today needs to a catalogue day and it’s not that I’m lazy. Here’s two old spec.’s from cancelled television.
I’ve gotten much better since these two. They were decent though.