After my movie deal with Dr Dre fell apart due to circumstances beyond my control, I realized I’d had enough of California. That was when I decided to move to Maine.
Even though I’ve put an entire continent between me and the Steal Your Soul State, Hollywood still holds some sway over me.
After all, I still want to be a screenwriter and create TV series. Only so much of that can be done in Maine, the state where it never stops snowing.
This morning, while I was out in a blizzard, clearing another ridiculous amount of snow from my driveway, my thoughts drifted to the left coast.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t fantasizing about life where it’s always sunny and snow has been legally banned from the weather report.
No, I was thinking about Hollywood because it had once again given me hope.
I used to be a naive dreamer who fell for every pick up line Hollywood purred in my general direction.
After having my dreams crushed a dozen times too many, I finally put up some walls, unleashed the cynicism, and told Hollywood to put up or shut up.
Because of this, I’ve given up any hope of my TV series about life in college becoming a reality, or seeing another of my screenplays go into production.
I stopped writing the series. I put my screenplays back in storage.
I kind of just stopped believing that my dreams would come true. Because you can’t get hurt if you don’t get your hopes up, right?
I’ve been binge watching Parks and Recreation, and whenever I watch a really good show or movie, it gets my creative juices flowing. So it was only natural that my thoughts would drift to my own TV series, and how cool it would be to have a chance to create something even half as good as Parks and Rec.
For a moment, I took down my walls, and fired off an angry message to Hollywood asking if there was any news on my series.
I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong to let down my guard and allow Hollywood another chance to do damage, but I’m just so damn tired of working so hard at anything other than my dream job.
To my surprise, my producer wrote back that he was working on a breakdown of the Pilot, and trying to find the money to get the TV series made.
He implored me to keep writing more episodes.
I was so confused. I’d waited for months for any word for him, but had heard nothing. I’d gotten so frustrated that I’d stopped writing it, and allowed myself to believe it wasn’t as good as I thought it was.
I’d pushed my dreams of a writing career into a dark corner where they couldn’t disappoint me any longer. Only to find out that I should be hard at work on my TV series.
Not wanting to be hurt, yet again, by my crazy California dreamin’, I have taken some time to think about this latest come on by Hollywood.
It was 3 degrees earlier when I was out in a blizzard shoveling the driveway. What do you think I decided to do about my writing dreams?
As soon as my body thaws, I will be hard at work on Episode 4 of my TV series. Even though it makes perfect sense to want to protect myself from being disappointed again, it’s also a little crazy to just give up on a dream.
Especially when it just won’t stop snowing…