No, I am neither high, nor going to write a post about my brother (although I could, at length, I'm sure)...no..the title refers to the fact that I was listening to Pandora radio and ELO's "Telephone Line" was on. Yes, I'm quite aware that it bears no resemblance to the Doobie Brothers, but hey-I'm inside my head-not you...so, trust me on this, walk away from trying to make it add up. I doubt you will.
If this post (long overdue, I know. I'm sorry about that) ever gets done, it will be a miracle as I'm constantly succumbing to my latest addiction--Words With Friends.
So...where was I? Oh yeah, long time since I posted (duh..THAT'S where the title came from...told you we'd figure it out).
What's been up with me?
Oh...you know the usual. I'm gonna go ahead and adhere to my policy about not talking about the job that pays my bills, if that's OK with you. It's not that I'm paranoid or anything, it's just that I'm sure that one some server, there's a word limit and I'm sure I'd hit it and in that jumble of detritus, I'm sure I'd say something that might hurt someone's feelings (namely mine if it was read and misinterpreted)...so, best to avoid that and just say 'Work is fine, thanks for asking'.
I am, however picking up business in another area that I think is safe to call a passion. Yeah. the photography is picking up (yes, I know I need to update the photoddgraphy blog, too, shh...all in good time poppet). But I'm actually picking up some steam thanks to that great timesuck, facebook (I'd capitalize it here, but I think Google might not be happy). But no, seriously. I've set up a 'business/artist' page for TwistedZen Photography over on facebook. And if you don't mind, could you just head over there and click the LIKE button? Cool. Thanks.
I'm averaging about 2-3 bookings a month at this point. The game plan is to get to about 5 or 6 a week...and then from there taking a weekday off...and getting up to 8-10 a week. And that at that point, I'm probably ready to make it a full time gig. It seems a little weird to see actual numbers there, but it's cool at the same time. I mean, if I'm serious about doing this full time (and every time I'm on a shoot, I can't imagine doing anything else for a living), then I need to know those numbers and strive for them.
Another weird thing is that music is coming back in to my life...I mean more along the lines of making/producing. It's strange the people from your past that may have only had cursory influence come back in to your life and provide pieces to puzzles you didn't even know you were trying solve. I'm gonna keep that one a little more mysterious for now, since it's still new and I want to see where it goes.
In other words, there are blessings right before my eyes. I should definitely be embracing them. And yet, I find myself focusing on some of the shittier things going on right now. The things I can't change. The things I can't let go of (why do those two always seem to be joined at the hip?).
I know this world is an illusion. I KNOW that...and yet, I find myself playing along with it so willingly. Getting caught up in it. Getting angry at it for its unfairness. Buying in to the misery, pain, and despair with alarming ease. And I know that's not how it's supposed to go down. Funny thing is...when I truly foster that belief, things fall in to place and go my way. It's crazy. It's like a constant reminder to live (love) in the now.
Alright...I need to cut this short now...for two reasons...1)if I don't, it's gonna turn in to the book that's trying to come out and 2)It's my move.
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