I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I can’t work a sixty-five hour work week and work on my screenplay at the same time. I sold a dollar option last summer, but I haven’t had a chance to develop the screenplay since I’m at work ALL THE TIME.
So the other day, I told myself, “TAPA, it’s time to get serious about writing. After this show wraps, you’re gonna get your portfolio in order, reach out to your friends and contacts, and land yourself an agent or a manager.”
The next day, my boss got offered his next job, and I nearly tripped over myself to grab him by the collar and shout, “TAKE ME WITH YOU. PLEASE!”
Thankfully, I’ve calmed down a bit since then. I’ve realized that, as safe as it’d feel to know my next show before this one wraps, I didn’t “come” to Hollywood to be a PA. (And, as I was recently told, “At some point, I’ve got to take my shot.”) So, damn the torpedos. I’m sticking to my plan of spending the early part of 2012 livin’ the dream.