Marjie tagged me with a meme of my Five Goals.
So here they are:
1) Become a full time writer. Television. Movies. I don't care. As long as the project is interesting and I'm getting to spend all day telling stories I'll take it. I'm lucky in that I wouldn't mind spending all day in a writer's room with a bunch of TV writers tossing ideas around, but I am equally comfortable spending all day in my room in my pajamas typing on my laptop. It's all I've wanted to do since I was 11 years old. I didn't know it was screenplays back then, but I knew I wanted to tell stories.
2) Direct a successful short film. I love the script for Game Night. It's not going to take home the gay cowboys eating pudding prize because that's not the kind of story Partner and I write. But it just might crash some festivals and entertain some masses. If I can get my talented crew together and find two talented actresses, all I'll have left is to conquer my fear and inexperience and put this thing together. It will be like a house party with cameras.
3) Pay off my debt. In a month all I'll have left is the credit cards and the car loan. Then I can start chipping away at them. When that's done, I'll be free and clear and able to finance more short films and put some money into savings.
4) Stop being scared. When I box I tend to be a little afraid still. And when I'm at parties I still hide in the corner a little. And when I'm faced with something I've never done before I tend to freeze up and panic. But I have to remember that I'm kind of bright and shiny and "a kickboxing ballerina weeble" as Maggie called me. I have nothing to fear. Except clowns.
5) Stop stressing over boys. My daddy and my stepdaddy tagged team wrestled any reasonable perception I was supposed to have about men. I have to shake it off and realize that I can't live my whole life waiting for every guy I meet to let the other shoe drop. I have to be confident in myself regardless of how they feel, and if something happens it happens. But I can't force it any more than I can shut myself off and hide. It starts today. I'm going to finally say something to Hot Mystery Gym Guy Who Stares At Me All The Time. That is his Indian name.
Okay so there it is. I gotta tag somebody so...
Maggie of course.
And Riddley Walker, also his Indian name.
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"a kickboxing ballerina weeble"
ReplyDeletelol ... weebles wobble but they don't fall down.
:D
In regard to fighting, I'll tag you with this link. While not exactly the same kind of fighting, the mental challenges are similar.
Five Hurdles
Consider it done, milady.
ReplyDeleteRiddley called you delicate in his blog.
ReplyDeleteKick him in the balls.
Delectable. He called me delectable. And svelt. But had he called me delicate I most certainly would have thought of ways to kick him all the way in England.
ReplyDeleteHoly Dyslexia, Batman.
ReplyDeleteMy ability to comprehend strings of letters aside, you should still kick him in the balls.
I think you should kick everyone in the balls. It'd be very Mila Jovovich of you.
If I had called you delicate, it would have been in such a manner as you would have approved, I’m sure.
ReplyDeleteI don’t doubt there a million other reasons to kick me all over the place, but I’ll be across to LA soon, I’m sure, then you won’t have to put yourself out too much. ;-)