What a difference a week can make. A week ago I was working on a spec script (well, coming up with an idea for one at least) so that I could pursue a writing/producing career. It wasn't going well, and it took a conversation with a friend to finally convince me that writing is not what I want to do, even though I've known this forever. Ideal job is producing a late-night talk show. So that is what I will work for, although I don't know how long it will take. I'm impatient, so I'd love for it to be sooner rather than later, but things can't be rushed I guess.
Which means, come May and Scotland, I'm not changing my life around like I'd been planning. I'm not quitting my job and I'm not moving out of my apartment. Simply, I'm staying put until such a time that there is better timing to leave (like having another job lined up).
That isn't to say it couldn't change by May. At work, we delivered the cut of a pilot we're working on, and will be waiting until the middle of next week to find out if the network wants to pick it up or not. If they do, great, there's a few more months of work. If not, well, all we have are projects in development, and maybe I'll still get laid off by/before May. If that happens, then I'll come back from Scotland, offload everything I own, and move to Vancouver. Fingers crossed?
Is it OK to cross fingers that you're forced to move to Vancouver? It's always good to have more friends near by...
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