I work a lot. I have a day job, to which I apply at least 50 hours a week, a short film in the last stages of editing, writing here, and a smattering of freelance writing gigs. Seven months ago I wasn't doing any of it (save the day job). When I'm single I fixate on work. My brain wanders with haphazard ambition and I'm not capable of telling myself I shouldn't bother trying something because I won't be able to pull it off. I like trying. In some ways it's torturous sitting up till 3 or 4 in the morning on a random Wednesday night returning emails, creating shot lists, making line-item budgets from scratch, or dottering over a rewrite. Some days I have no idea why I'm doing any of it, or who I'm doing it for.
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