So I officially have enough money to go to L.A.
Like, I could go out there. Now.
But I won’t, because I want to build up my cred (yes, I used the word cred) with my boss. There’s way too much I need to do with him to get the project that’s based out there moving, so I need to be close by. I also want to build up my resume acting wise so I have more projects under my belt. So, if you’re keeping track I’m not going out there to act. I plan to go out there with a job…a real one that pays money on a consistent basis. I’ll take acting classes out there and start small. Hell, I don’t care if I just do local theatre productions and never get anywhere with it–I just like doing it!
Well, that’s kind of a lie…I do want to “make it” but luckily I have a fan-freaking-tastic resume and can actually get work elsewhere. Oh, and I’m still writing, it just got put on the shelf for a bit when I started the new job. I’d be a happy camper if I could be a published writer, since I’ve been writing my entire life. Publisher writer + working actor would just be a big big big big big plus.
This is just crazy. I’m actually going to do it.
No, I take that back, I knew I was going to do it. I didn’t mark myself because I thought it looked pretty. Everything may happen for a reason, but nothing will happen if you don’t go out there and do it.
Write your own destiny.
