Day 251

I have a lot of frustrations I could vent on here right now. Day 251 has not been the best of days.

But it's time to let go. After all, Day 250 will be here before I know it.

My husband gave me his latest screenplay to read today. I hoped to do this during lunch, but this didn't happen so I'm looking forward to reading it when I have time tonight. I won't give away his brilliant idea because I'm sure it will get made into a movie. :)

My husband is a film student and seeing him pursue his passion is so inspiring. And he's no Ed Wood. He works on films, writes scripts and is actually good at it. Sure, breaking into film is not the easiest  business to get into, but after having jobs we hate in areas we care nothing about, we've decided that it's worth it to pursue our passions, even if it means having only what you need and not so much of what you want (material-wise).

I think a lot about my job and the job I want to have, probably to an unhealthy degree. Maybe it's time to let go of that obsession. What I really want to do is write. Writing as a career has not worked out for me. But I can't let that mean that I won't do it anymore.

My dad, who has recently gotten on disability and doesn't have much to do, has thus far hand-written two lengthy historical novels on notebook paper. He doesn't do it for money. He doesn't do it for attention. He doesn't do it to impress people. He does it for himself.

I've gotten it in my head that I need to write to make money, that I've outgrown writing for fun. That all the work I did in my undergrad fiction courses were just part of growing up and expressing myself. I think it's time to let go of that notion.