T-Minus Ten Days

It's a week and a half now before I blow this joint, put throttle to
the wind, and take the biggest risk of my life (outside of kissing
that one unamed girl in high school, though interestingly the soon to be homecoming
princess didn't punch me in the face when our lips did
finally meet). It's exciting to think of all the calendar days before me, the ones with times and events to solely be determined by me. One of my fears is can
I really do it? When given 8 hours a day to just write and create, can
I haul ass and get it done? And the other fear is the twelve months down
the line one - the usual what if my attempt crashes and burns and I'm
right there with it?
Spiritually I believe we are responsible for our actions alone. You know, you write the script or you send out a resume, you tell a person you love them, or
you file for divorce. In the truest sense, the result is ultimately something out of ones control. So I know all I can do is put these stubby German and Irish
digits to keyboard let the words fly, and that's it. But a teeny tiney
part of me wants to know it will be all right and things will turn
out. My little kid dream of winning an Oscar will come true and my
partners mistress' tatted behind won't show up as the cover girl on Hustler the next day. I guess that's faith.
So if you want you can ride along on this incredible creative and risky ride with
me. I'll be blogging every day on the journey, good or bad, rain or
shine.
Big mwah to ya'all