I'm writing this post from the thralls of my hangover induced stupor so I apologize if I am somewhat less verbose than normal.
Yesterday was Canada Day, spent the day drinking on Whyte among other things. All in all a pretty enjoyable day, though the ending was kind of a bust (our driver and the guy who knew where the party we were going to got in an argument in the car and our guide jumped out of the car at a red light and took off so the rest of us made our way back to Raylene's apartment instead).
Today is my birthday, though the past three days of drinking has led me to delay any real celebrations until next weekend instead of tonight. Going out for dinner with the family in a few minutes, and then not really sure past that.
As for the contents of my last post, I think I'm slowly getting a handle on things again. Motivation is a hard thing to come by, but I'm not actually sure it was my motivation that was lacking like I thought it was. Very nearly everything that has been frustrating me all derives from the same cause. I over think things, and while I sit there waiting for the perfect way to do it I end up losing my opportunity entirely.
I've talked about wanting to write a novel for years, and while I have come to grips with the fact that my writing style is not conducive to a novel (dialogue heavy, minimal description) I have been inspired to try my hand at film making and am in the process of (albeit rather slowly due to my inexperience) writing the screenplay for a film that has been bouncing around my head for a few months now.
It took a while, but it is finally starting to sink in that not all failure is catastrophic, if I write this film and it turns out amazing then maybe I'll have the opportunity to do something else after. If on the other, and honestly probably more likely side
, the film is mediocre at least I'll know, and maybe I'll learn enough in writing it to be able to make my next attempt that much better.
Hopefully, with my new found and likely all too obvious revelation, I'll actually be able to bring myself to go out there and do all the things I want to do, even if I know from the start that I'm doomed to fail.
Yesterday was Canada Day, spent the day drinking on Whyte among other things. All in all a pretty enjoyable day, though the ending was kind of a bust (our driver and the guy who knew where the party we were going to got in an argument in the car and our guide jumped out of the car at a red light and took off so the rest of us made our way back to Raylene's apartment instead).
Today is my birthday, though the past three days of drinking has led me to delay any real celebrations until next weekend instead of tonight. Going out for dinner with the family in a few minutes, and then not really sure past that.
As for the contents of my last post, I think I'm slowly getting a handle on things again. Motivation is a hard thing to come by, but I'm not actually sure it was my motivation that was lacking like I thought it was. Very nearly everything that has been frustrating me all derives from the same cause. I over think things, and while I sit there waiting for the perfect way to do it I end up losing my opportunity entirely.
I've talked about wanting to write a novel for years, and while I have come to grips with the fact that my writing style is not conducive to a novel (dialogue heavy, minimal description) I have been inspired to try my hand at film making and am in the process of (albeit rather slowly due to my inexperience) writing the screenplay for a film that has been bouncing around my head for a few months now.
It took a while, but it is finally starting to sink in that not all failure is catastrophic, if I write this film and it turns out amazing then maybe I'll have the opportunity to do something else after. If on the other, and honestly probably more likely side
, the film is mediocre at least I'll know, and maybe I'll learn enough in writing it to be able to make my next attempt that much better.Hopefully, with my new found and likely all too obvious revelation, I'll actually be able to bring myself to go out there and do all the things I want to do, even if I know from the start that I'm doomed to fail.
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I might as well practice at blowing shit up while I can. That way I won't blow myself up when I start terrorizing the world.
Silly.
What are you paying for??