Take One: Writer’s Rut

Goodmorning…or is it the afternoon? I’m afraid to admit that I have surrendered to the constraints summer mode. I discovered this last night after a six hour Gossip Girl binge viewing via Netflix. (Team Chuck and Blair, or should I say “Chair” as the GG obsessed like to brand it… I’ve always been a sucker for teen sex-operas.) Well, I forced myself to sleep just after 3 a.m. and after a night of lucid dreaming that I was a billionaire with a penthouse in Manhattan’s Upper East Side, I pried my eye lids open at 11 a.m. I then muster up enough energy for my late morning workout, so I don’t feel like a complete lazy ass…which today consisted of four, ten minute, celebrity trainer full body blasts (all thanks to handy dandy and very free, Youtube.) My sweat sesh ends at approximately 12:30 p.m., in sync with the final drips from my beloved coffee maker.

As I sip on my cup of Kona and munch on a homemade post-workout yogurt parfait, I reflect on my life’s decisions and contemplate on how I will achieve my goals and dreams. Just as I get to a place of reason, I detour to the Netflix tab to watch just one more episode, I pathetically promise myself.

Pause. Not letting myself do this, again. Two days in a row I have signed myself up to run the marathon for Escape Reality: run away from the ideal time to really get some writing done, after all I am a writer right? Having five half marathons under my belt, I understand, quite literally, running away from your problems. When I run it’s a time to clear my mind of the troubles and tribulations that come with having: a recovering alcoholic mother, one semester left of film school with no steady job lined up, the anticipation of completing my first original feature screenplay, and my personal favorite… getting a VERY small but bitchen’ studio apartment in Sherman Oaks that my father has agreed to pay for half, but now I must figure out how to compensate for the rest.

I know what you’re thinking…oh boo whoo poor girl has to pay only half her rent. There are hundreds of starving film students who move to LA with the clothes on there back and start from the bottom and work their way to the top, one unpaid internship at a time. Those people, a few I know very well, have the courage, guts, cahones, or whatever you like to call it, to only grasp their dreams but hang on till death do them part.

Since I am an LA native, this isn’t that story, or their story, it’s our story. This blog is about the days in the life of Writer Girl. Some good days, some bad days, the days that get the best of writer’s block and the days that are pivotal in the writer’s journey.  It’s about days of self discovery, self renewal and self acceptance. It’s about days of building up and breaking down what truly matters and what doesn’t. It’s about days of facing the issue rather than running from it. It’s about growing a pair of cahones, taking control of each and every day through living, rather than simply existing. Whether you write novels, screenplays, music lyrics, on ipads or bar napkins, you write. So, let’s get started.

Welcome to the wonders of Writer Girl. 

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