As most of you know, the WGA's vote to end the strike action passed with a whopping 92.5% approval. While everyone's back to work, everything's technically not over until we ratify the deal that's on the table. While it's not a perfect deal (DVDs were taken off the table), it does finally open the door to New Media payments. There's also another small clause that was mentioned in an email sent out from my fabulous Strike Captain Aaron Solomon:
Which is exactly what happened with Lizzie McGuire when it got sold to WGN. Lizzie was immediately taken off Disney Channel and can be replayed on WGN. I believe we received a small percentage of the licensing fee, rather than payment each time an episode aired. The long and the short of it is that had this been in effect, I wouldn't be working four part-time jobs. Let's say it's the difference in money is significant. It's a victory for the Next Me.
Of course, I'm still here. While I work and I write and I believe and I bust my ass to get that next job, I'm not getting any younger, I don't have a rags-to-riches (or stripper poles-to-screenplays) backstory and the only thing I can say about my Manager at least ten percent of no money is, well, no money.
This isn't oh pitiful me, I have no money. Money is never about money, it's about freedom. Freedom to head out for dinner if we don't feel like cooking. Freedom to attend one of my good friend's wedding in Hawaii because she and her fiancee were two of the thirty-some people we had at our teeny wedding, and I'd love to be a part of hers. Freedom to not choose between bills to pay, but to just pay the damned bills.
Heading to Florida on Thursday, which sounds bizarre in light of what I've written above. But the SlackParents parents are visiting my aunt and uncle and cousins and told me they'd spring for the ticket. A ticket that at 35 years old, I feel like a failure that I cannot afford (since I could afford it sans probleme at 30) but I swallowed my pride and said yes, thank you.
But one of the best parts about working was being able to handle it all on m y own, and then some. There are some days that I am so fucking proud that I can keep it together and work multiple jobs and keep up two blogs and a workout program as well as two sooper-seekrit projects and some days I think I'm a fucking idiot and maybe I should learn to cut my losses. One of the things the strike taught me is that this is what I want to do, This is what I've done. This is what I've committed myself to. So if that means more years of alarms set at 4:45am and telling my friends I'm tired or I'm busy when I really mean I'm broke but please don't make me say it, well, then that's what it takes.
Because the other thing I've learned doing what I do is that if you want to get your shot you gotta do the work, and if you do the work, well, the closer your shot will come.
I know I owe an update on the Post-Apocalyptic Workout. Tomorrow, je promis.