What a couple of months it's been. After moving to LA in July with a band, a plan and big dreams, I found myself a lot more solo, in the middle of a writer's strike that means no jobs for Josh, and a total sense of overwhelming... well... overwhelmedness. New city, new car, not too many connections, it was pretty rough!
But ever the optimist, things have started to look up. Crazy I was in college with everything structured out for me only 6 months ago, and none of the things I took for granted (first mistake, eh?) are really part of my life. But things are really looking up. I'm working on Rock of Love II with Bret Michaels, and it's a pretty fun job and a really awesome office. It's my first desk job, and I have to say, my snotty "I'm a writer, maaan, don't box me" instincts are handling it quite nicely.
And, who'd have guessed - I'm writing more now that I'm employed than in that barren, intimidating period of joblessness. The next great musical is coming along nicely - I've got a basic plot, 5 songs written, and about 40 pages of stuff, so the rest is just fun fun fun. Plus, I have a giant crush on the female lead that I'm writing. Is that wrong? I've been watching a lot of movies with really adorable leads in them - lots of Hepburn, Jennifer Jones, and yes, Rachael Leigh Cook. Don't judge me. Or do, but then tell me you're not in love with the character. Better pick a babe to play her lol.
Anyways, for the first time since I first started shitting my pants, and a few other people's pants, about moving across the country to a new city in order to do something everyone tries to do, I feel like shit's in control. I think I like routine. I'm poor, but I like my metro pass, my bargains at the market and CVS, and being able to say "Yeah, this is where I work, it's cool, and it's not going away any time soon." Things I don't like - I guess 6 days a week is just one too much, and parking in Koreatown is fucking terrible, and it'd always be nice to meet more people, but hey. One thing at a time.
Aaaaand breathe out.
Watching the Republican convention, then passing the eff out.
But ever the optimist, things have started to look up. Crazy I was in college with everything structured out for me only 6 months ago, and none of the things I took for granted (first mistake, eh?) are really part of my life. But things are really looking up. I'm working on Rock of Love II with Bret Michaels, and it's a pretty fun job and a really awesome office. It's my first desk job, and I have to say, my snotty "I'm a writer, maaan, don't box me" instincts are handling it quite nicely.
And, who'd have guessed - I'm writing more now that I'm employed than in that barren, intimidating period of joblessness. The next great musical is coming along nicely - I've got a basic plot, 5 songs written, and about 40 pages of stuff, so the rest is just fun fun fun. Plus, I have a giant crush on the female lead that I'm writing. Is that wrong? I've been watching a lot of movies with really adorable leads in them - lots of Hepburn, Jennifer Jones, and yes, Rachael Leigh Cook. Don't judge me. Or do, but then tell me you're not in love with the character. Better pick a babe to play her lol.
Anyways, for the first time since I first started shitting my pants, and a few other people's pants, about moving across the country to a new city in order to do something everyone tries to do, I feel like shit's in control. I think I like routine. I'm poor, but I like my metro pass, my bargains at the market and CVS, and being able to say "Yeah, this is where I work, it's cool, and it's not going away any time soon." Things I don't like - I guess 6 days a week is just one too much, and parking in Koreatown is fucking terrible, and it'd always be nice to meet more people, but hey. One thing at a time.
Aaaaand breathe out.
Watching the Republican convention, then passing the eff out.