Baked And Wired, Georgetown, D.C.

I sit here hoping that today, or maybe tomorrow, marks my return to the written word. I’ve been thinking, in recent months, about the road ahead. Being somewhere unexpected, how my life put me in Washington, DC, has made me think about the funny turns fate can take. The city is growing on me… slowly, not like a mold, more like a friend… certainly good people and fun hangouts make that easier. I wonder if we’re all just the right person away from being home again.

I’ve recently had a new person come into my life, the sort of unexpected wonderful that you only find when, frustratingly enough, you stop looking. I don’t know what the road ahead will mean with her, certainly not trying to think that far. For now, it’s all a lovely vacation for the both of us.

In terms of my writing (if this blog is any indication) I’ve been embarrassingly dry. I have written a couple new songs in the last month, which could be a good sign, but both came from a ‘nothing better to do’ sort of mindset, and if I want to actually make my dream of being a professional writer/playwright a reality, I’ll need to start making writing the better thing to do. Remind myself why I love it. Having people around to keep me accountable is helpful, and I’ll rely on them a bit in the months to come.

I have two scripts that have been coming down the pike, and I am far too judgmental of both of them at present… I’ll need to finish them despite their flaws and then start performing the medieval surgery that is the editing process. I will do my best to check in with this blog as a way of loosening my creative muscles, clearing the passageways so that fresh ideas and words can emerge and enliven my work.

The funniest thing about this, and it’s something that I was told by a friend and coworker at a recent holiday party, is that the biggest problem I’m facing right now is how much I enjoy my job. But… isn’t that what we all dream of? Isn’t that what we’re all striving for—a job that pays us well, that we enjoy doing on a daily basis, which is a reason to wake up in the morning and a welcome fatigue at the end of the day? It would seem, however, that for those of us on the creative end of the spectrum, the struggle against a dead-end job, a meaningless 9 to 5 could be the necessary void that compels us to create.

I have a fairly singular struggle at the moment, not in my love-life or social life, nor in my professional life (I suppose in my current profession… I struggle with the prospects of my future in my chosen profession)… but no, my current struggle concerns my finances. I have to change my juvenile habits, living check to check, and start paying off debt. I don’t know how to do this in a steady way. I have grown up when it comes to dressing myself, working 5 days a week, being responsible with harmful substances, discussing global politics (though I wonder if this is truly a requirement of adulthood anymore) but I’ve yet to mature in my financial life. I hope/need to quickly learn how to responsibly pay off loans and bills, debt and daily doings without overwhelming my bank account. What an exciting prospect. Ugggh.

I hope I will return to this blog more often in the new year, but I can’t promise anything.

That’s All For Now.

-e.-