a symptom of the times

money is tight.
not a new song, or a unique one. all too common in fact.
but it's now too much to ignore, like a snare that's been around you the entire time, only tightening when you reach the end of the rope.

what does it mean?

well for one, i may up may availability at WS. from 5 days a week to 7.
i probly won't get hours everyday.
but now at least it's possible.
and come holiday season, very probable.

secondly, moving to LA is improbable, if not unwise. and maybe selfish.
which in turn makes screenwriting improbable. at least for now.

unless of course, one of my three very long shots hits the moon and rains down a glimmer of hope and success and unicorns. i'm talking of course about the 3 writing fellowships i applied to this year (the chances of which, as i don't think people understand, are more comparable to a lottery than a job opening).

did i mention august has passed? no word from Nickelodeon. that's strike one, kids.

we'll get by, as we always have. i have my loved ones and my home, to say nothing of dreams.

move boxes, and take tomorrow as it comes.