I was really down yesterday. I was like this is pointless. What am i doing with my life, how can I keep doing this, why am I so poor, why do I deal with this uncomfortably crowded long commute each day? Why am I still writing if I'm not getting anywhere? Do i even know how to write a screenplay? Is it a waste of my time? How will i afford a wedding? Will i ever be taken seriously as a playwright by the larger theatres?
But today I am much more optimistic and i don't feel that way at all. I like what i wrote this morning. I think my fringe play will go well. I got some other stuff coming up. I can do this. Good thing I didn't blog about this yesterday, huh? then you would know I have doubts about the sustainability of my life and writing career.
But we dodged that bullet.