Hey guys. Writing is brutal. This week I was up for pretty much as life changing of an opportunity as it gets. I think I'm finally ready to share that it fell through.

This is not the first of its kind.
But it was one of those "holy shit is this really happening" opps.

This kind of sadness is the gig, but it's amplified by the pandemic. Loneliness, isolation, feeling out of your own body, feeling out of control.

There's so much noise on social media. Especially about art. Weirdly, my own heartbreak helps me cut through that.

A lot of takes from non artists are just stupid.
According to this site artists are
Lazy
Entitled
Don't care
Actively trying to fuck up
Robots
Selfish
Spoiled
Idiots

Maybe some.
Most I know are resilient.
Most I know are just doing the work.

Most don't post every day about their career garbage because frankly this stuff gets in your head and clutters your voice, blurs your vision.

Keys to staying happy as an artist:

1. Stay busy
2. Care about something more than yourself
3. Keep going

"If you can do anything else, do that" is coming advice artists give to kids who want to make a living doing this.

Some of my friends hate it, say it's elitist or exclusionary. Like there are "a chosen few" who are destined to "make it".

That's not what it means.
I promise.

Hope this reaches any #playwright or #screenwriter having a rough day.

Leaving on that "everyone can reply" and prayin' for trolls to stay the f away.