Today I was sad. I sat at my desk at work and thought about my life goals. Sure, they've changed once or twice and had to be rearranged a bit, but damn it! I'm a (writer) not a (phone jockey)! I don't mean to be ungrateful for my current job or anything, I just mean that it's time for a change!
I graduated Vancouver Film School in August 2009 and haven't done much since! My goal was supposed to be "get something produced before you're 25" and as the days go by I find myself with little over a year to do that... What has been stopping me all this time? What's standing in my way? Fear!
But that's it! I'm gonna go Donnie Darko on your asses and say "I'm not afraid anymore!" No, today Taylor texted me to tell me about some positions opening up for first aid transport at a company that rejected him in the past, he wanted to know if he should try his luck and risk the rejection again. I told him "there's no risk associated with rejection, it's not like declined credit. Everything was accomplished by trying..." Super motivational speaker of me, I know, but it's true. If he doesn't try, he obviously won't get it.
Then I had to turn around and point that stinking finger at myself... I realized that I've been whittling away at my next writing project and not doing a thing about my completed ones because I am afraid of rejection myself.
But what is that going to do? How is a silly rejection going to harm me? If anything, won't it just make me that much stronger? Won't I learn what to do better for next time? Won't I learn how to recraft my work and make it the best it can be?
I think I know the answer to those damn questions and shall suck it up! I'm going for it and shall start submitting what I have and finishing what I've started! Make room, Make room! I'm a writer!
Love ya lots,
Tyrel
PS - When searching for a Fear Street cover I came across this...
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