I’ve got this chair. It’s a recliner (that I “mistakenly” keep referring to as a “rocking chair…” What? It rocks. It is therefor a “rocking chair.” Don’t get all “Nope Nope!” on me about this) and it has a rather nice view of the quaint residential street out my window. It’s possibly my favorite place to start my day off. Great view, comfy chair… and, for whatever reason, it feels like the most “secure” form of “personal space” I have. To say I love this chair and where it is in my living room is an understatement. In full disclosure (and because my Mother happens to know that this chair was pinched from the corner on move-out day this past August), it will not be making the move with me to Los Angeles when the time comes. But for right now, it’s my favorite place in the world.
I’m sitting in it, blaring REO Speedwagon’s “Roll with the Changes” through my headphones, playing Archer on the TV, and glancing out at the fog – illuminated by the soft and rosy/golden glow of the street lamps – that completely conceals the ground just one story below me… and I’m finally able to sit back and say what I’ve worked for three years to say: I. AM. OFFICIALLY. A. FUCKING. SCREENWRITER!
For a little over a year, I’ve been working with a good friend of mine on developing and writing a pilot/series and I was finally given the OKAY to post about it. So I jumped on that shit like a zombie dog in uh…. zombie heat? (I’ll let you enjoy that image in your head… too scared to type it into Google…)
The weird thing about all of this is that it’s been about 3 years in the making and I’m now, finally, at the starting line. When I started teaching myself how to write screenplay format (and subsequently devoting a great deal of self-restraint to NOT putting my own eyes out due to frustration), I used to imagine this moment as the whole “Nick Saban, you just won ANOTHER National Title with Alabama, how do you feel?” type moment. That’s not exactly right, though. It’s a bit more like training for a marathon.
The beauty of it all is that this is not a destination. It’s not a “well, now what do I do next? Do I try and repeat everything?” I can honestly say that getting to this moment has been what the past three years of my life have been about… which is fitting as I have this thing about sets of 3. If this is what the last three years have been building to, I’m beyond stoked for the next few sets of 3.
But after all the excitement, it’s fitting that things are starting to pick up/go public around a day devoted to giving thanks. There’re plenty of people in my life who inspire me and plenty of people who believe in me (even when I falter in believing in myself). Family, friends, and even heroes (small “breaking the fourth wall” moment… Holden read my last post and tweeted me about it… no joke… SO AWESOME, YOU GUYS/GALS!)… y’all have kept me going and I’m so thankful for that.
And I’m thankful for my chair. There’s no place I’d rather be right now than sitting in this chair – my safe place – and actually getting to take a quick breather to look back at the unbelievable amount of support and love I’ve been shown… with my Hawkeye blanket my mom made for me (that’s quickly become my “almost adult safety blanket”… don’t you judge me!). I’m ever so grateful and I just hope…..
… I hope that you’ll laugh. I hope you’ll cry. I hope that you’ll be entertained. And, in the end, I hope I can give back and give to others what you’ve all given me. Thank you so very, very much.
From me in my chair to you in yours, thank you!