You know, the truth is I'm not having much fun these days. Everything is work work work work work. I miss writing. This morning I woke with a twist on an old idea and managed to get the gist of it down in two paragraphs. But when would I have time to write?
I'm beginning to wonder if this whole composing for film thing is for me. I'm not saying I'll drop out, but I may make a gradual shift to screenwriting or something. I don't like having so much on my plate. The opposite is no good, either, but it seems I can't find a happy medium. I just feel stretched really thin right now, and the stress isn't good for me or for my ears.
Okay. I'm done bitching.