Dawn In the Sky, With Peanuts

I am currently flying over the great state of California, headed to La La Land for a few days. My life is weird sometimes. I got a random call the other day from someone who needs a script written ASAP. I’ve got the time, so I said I’d fly down to LA and do it. We shall see how it all works out. Today is Tuesday. I will be back on a plane on Sunday night. That leaves about 5 days to write a movie. It could be brilliant. Or maybe not so much. Either way, I’m sure it will make for some interesting blogs.

These last couple weeks have been The Weeks. The Weeks I knew would come eventually, if I just stayed still for a moment. I’ve been still for a couple months, trying to figure out my next move, trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. The thing is, I knew if I waited long enough I wouldn’t really have to figure anything out on my own. Something would come my way and make things a little clearer. That’s the way the universe works. Give it time, let it breathe, it’ll get around to you eventually.

So, without going into too much detail, the universe seems to have gotten around to me. And because nothing is ever simple, it seems to have gotten around to me on several fronts. Just cause, why not really? Decisions loom on my horizon. No me gusta decisions. Perhaps I will put it to a vote on the blog, let you all make my life choices. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

In other news, this is the first time I’ve been away from my puppy for any extended period of time. I’m not one of those people who is going to call and check up on my dog because I miss him so much, but I am one of those people who might call to check up on the people who have been left with my dog. I’m terribly concerned that he is going to be a bad boy and reflect poorly on my mothering skills. I’d hoped to have him for a few more months before I had any major trips away from him. I figured by the Fall he would be a perfect puppy, so I could leave him without worrying that he would eat/pee on my family members’ entire homes.

Oh well, what are you going to do really? I guess I could have brought him with me, he’s tiny enough that I could have smuggled him on the plane. It would be very Hollywood It Girl of me. If I brought him and a drug habit I’d be all set for LA...