That all being said, I took my first real step in some time toward a professional writing career. I finally wrote my damn query letter. And it's good! I'm pleased. I had help of course, and I'm really grateful for it (thank you, Sena). Tomorrow I send it to the fist-full of agents who are accepting new clients. Then I hope and wait and want until something happens, all the while working on my game. School will help and all, but being proactive and organized starts well before winter term. I can't let myself...Scratch that. I won't fall into old habits because I've felt how good a clear plan is.
HabitRPG continues to please. I'm level 4, gettin' shit done, and got me a fancy wooden shield, a sword and some leather armor. Win. Really loving this ARG.
No guitar today. My fingers hurt like hell. Back to it tomorrow.
I keep coming up with franchise ideas. I like 'em all. No, they're not all polished, but they each possess at least a tiny sparkle that I can refine into solid gold at some point. I'm feeling good about my abilities and feeling open to foster them. The way I make it easy for me, make it flow, is to build the world first. Create its fundamental truths, usually through a cool character, then I build the world around them. I can actually see many of them becoming real a great deal sooner than I'd thought before. Feels good to be out of the funk.
The next part is getting back to the physical side of things. I've had plenty of time to heal the ol' gum-hole and jawline (thank you wisdom teeth), and I've been given the green light to head back to Crossfit and Muay Thai (big ups to Black Rose and Aaron. One of the best things I've ever done is hitting that gym - http://blackrosecrossfit.com/Home_Page.html). I've been feelin' the itch this week; that bundle of anxious energy that comes from eons of hunter instinct (and decades of video games and kung-fu flicks), welling up in my belly. So happy to head back Tuesday.
Why not tomorrow? Cause it's query letter send off day. Need a new type of paycheck, one that I created myself. I work freelance, and in my family's business (which I'm insanely grateful for). But this journal is for me to be honest, and while I'm happy to help and to be helped, it's time I made my way into my own career. I create, interpret, teach, perform and inspire. It's what I love to do.
I will make my movies, my plays, dances, shows, comics, books, festivals, students, school and my own path. I have felt my feet on the ground and tasted the air as I move further down the road toward my destiny. I can see my future finally and it's one filled with friends and family and my dreams that have all come true. Life is a malleable and unpredictable bitch that rarely listens, but I'm finding that is less of the case when you allow things their time. Dreams are to be encouraged, followed and most of all, allowed to mature as they will. There is a difference between force and passion, and only now, in this 28th year of mine, do I see the difference and have I the faculty to make it so.
Things are good and only getting better. I'm a good man finally, and well on my way to becoming the person I've always known I can be.
It's been a good day.
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