A honk and a screech of tires against the street outside makes me think that someone's driving a getaway car. I'd say I hope that they're getting away from something good, but that would defeat the purpose of getting away.
Speaking of getting away, it's being reported that Diablo Cody and her husband Jonny split up. Supposedly journalists first took notice that her "Jonny's Girl" tattoo was missing, as apparently we now catalog the inkwork of press darlings. I'd say that such people have way too much time on their hands, but then again, I have a blog.
Upon finding out about the breakup, Will said to me
Are you going to break up with me when you become successful?
I looked at him. Baby, please. What're the chances of that happening?
Tomás and I discussed the ups and downs of this business while we picketed today, how it can be - hell, it is - incredibly difficult to stay upbeat and open maintain creative energy and focus when times are tough. Regardless of whether or not you believe in any higher power, faith is something you need in this business. Faith in yourself, faith in your ability to persevere, faith in your talent. The one thing I tell anyone who wants to be an actor or a director or a writer is that you can be amazing and talented and work your ass off and never get a shot. Or you can get a shot and do amazing things and then never get another shot. You just never know how it's going to work out.
Will and I just celebrated our seven month wedding anniversary. Which came a few weeks after our one-year anniversary of dating, which came a few weeks after our one-year anniversary of meeting. We like to keep track of these things, because it's a source of endless amusement.
Longtime readers know that professionally, things have been incredibly rough for the past three or so years. Add to that a big breakup and a move and, well, faith had been in short supply 'round these parts for a good long time.
Talking to Tomás reminded me about this, reminded me that I'm not the only one who feels this way, and that I'm not the only one who's hit a rough patch. Things with Will haven't totally been a cakewalk, and while lately my time is short and I imagine my patience is shorter, he reminds me to have faith. Not just in us, but in myself.
Things have been tough. It's not that they've gotten any easier. To be honest, with the demands on my time and my energy, going from 4:45am 'til midnight some days, it's actually been tougher. I am exhausted, the apartment is filthy, I survive off sandwiches made by a wonderful wife of a Teamster and cookies baked by the Strike Captain's wife that are brought to the picket line. I haven't gotten any proper exercise in ages, minus the eight-to-twelve hours I'm on my feet. Our finances dictate that there will be no Christmas gifts exchanged this year. I should be miserable. I should feel worse. But for the first time in ages, I finally have faith that it's gonna be okay.
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Blogger night is back on, although we don't have a room reserved or anything of the sort. Will and I will be at Bar Lubitsch at 8pm this Monday, December 17th if any blogfolk want to meet up. If you don't see us in the front room, make sure to check out the back (there's a room behind the bathrooms.) I'll send around an email to those who were interested...
