It’s easy to say that you want this blog to be continuously active and inspiring. It’s very easy, actually, to the point that you can get reckless about it. I hate that this website hasn’t been updated with a new post since March. A high level of confidence in January slowly waned to doubt in February, all the way to writing myself off in March. I coulda been a contender! I coulda been somebody! This was my line of thinking in February. By March, I was thinking, “Terry Malloy and Jake LaMotta were lucky. They HAD a chance. I was doomed from the start!”
Not to turn this into The New York Times best selling self-help author hour, but this mindset will get you nowhere. I’m not reinventing the wheel here. On a good day, I want to talk about the ethos of an 80s Clint Eastwood joint. I don’t write particularly funny, and I take movies too seriously as it is already in my everyday life, so I ought to just have at it with writing completely sincerely. There’s enough hacky material at the expense of a variety of films online and on an Oscars telecast.
I sure hope a miracle comes my way, because the older I get, I’ll start beating up on myself when I remember that Spielberg was 26 when he directed Jaws and P.T Anderson was 27 on the set of Boogie Nights. I’m lucky to be cooking dinner for myself by 26.