I have had a lot of Blogs and Journals before. I have been an avid writer on and off my whole life and, since junior high, I’ve been posting those things to the internet in various formats. I’ve had a Live Journal, and a Live Journal knock-off when I forgot my password and couldn’t get an invite link. I’ve had blogs for stories, blogs for shameless self promotion, I even for a season wrote a sports blog analyzing the New York Jets (that one was called “Monday Morning Namath” and is still a name I am most proud of).
Over the years, I’ve stopped writing online, focusing my self on other aspects of my life. I kept writing on and off – honestly mostly off since I left college. I’ve been writing again. Mostly screenplays, but also journaling, essays, bits of short story, poems (I think I’m supposed to call them songs now that I’m no longer in middle school). I’ve toyed with the idea of setting up a blog again, just to have a place to put them. That’s not what this is. At least, not necessarily what this is.
I recently quit my full time serving job. I’m focusing on my career. My career is as an artist. Mostly it is as an actor. Acting is my passion. It is what I want to do for the rest of my life. It is pretty much the only thing I am willing to wake up at any hour to do with a smile on my face. That and travelling. And hopefully the two together. But, at my core, I am more than just an actor. I am an artist. In many forms. That is what this is.
So you’ll find here a jumbled, sometimes incomprehensible mess of my journey as I focus on that career. Some of it will be shameless self promotion (like links to things I’m working on like this link to the website for a great movie I just wrapped called Shankman’s). Some of it will be my thoughts about living this life, recently unemployed for the first time in my adult life wandering the vast wasteland of “The Industry” while trying to keep my head sane, my belly full, and my accounts black. You may even find some fiction, some plays or parts of plays I’m working on, half-baked ideas, philosophies, and anything else rattling inside this hat rack I keep on my neck.
I honestly don’t know what to expect from this. Let’s just run with it. See where it goes. Or if I forget about it in a month because I got bored. It has happened before.
Oh, and for the record: I don’t, currently, live in a Studio Apartment. I never have, actually; my apartment right now is actually pretty sweet. But the title was so good I couldn’t give it up for semantics. They ruin all the fun. Those bastards.