So I'm Turning Into "That Guy"...

So I'm turning into "that guy", and it's making me unhappy.

That guy I'm turning into (who am I kidding? I'm there.) is the guy who is really smart about screenwriting, and gives a lot of people a lot of good advice, and isn't doing shit himself.

The kind of guy who eventually people are going to say "Why should I listen to that guy? What has he done?"

That guy.

I don't want to be that guy.

But I'm slipping. I'm swamped with work, and writing is not just taking a back seat -- it has been left at the rest area about 500 miles back, frantically waving as it gets smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, with no one noticing.

I'm swamped, and I'm tired, and the last thing I want to do at the end of the day (or the beginning of the day, or the middle of the day) is write.

I know I have to. I have to regularly open my new, already-being-ignored laptop, and just make myself write, and make that a priority.

I know.

But I turned 43 two weeks ago. I'm getting achy in strange places. I'm tired. I'm in a funk, I'm weary, I'm overworked, I'm every writing cliche you've ever heard of.

And now I'm the whiny guy too. Fuck. I don't want to be that guy either. Though I'll even whine about my tired busy life if it'll help kick-start me out of this funk.

Sigh.

Well, I'm blogging again. That's something.

And at least the Mets are winning.

Tell me a joke. Something.