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I'm reading a lot about what it takes to make it as a writer.

And what's funny is that it all boils down to basically the same thing.

Read. A lot. Read every fucking thing you can whether it's the genre you intend to 'make it' in or not.
Write. Write every damn day. Write even if it sucks. Because the more you write the less it will suck.

So...that's what I've been trying to do. On days I don't write. I try to read. I need to do better about writing every day even if it's only these bullshit blog posts that like..what...7 people read?

I did. I know more people read these than that. And that's kind of cool (and slightly  oh geez...you read THAT?!) to me.

What's funny to me is that the perception that making it as a writer is easy. Easier say than making it as an actor or rock drummer.   It's not. There are very few rock star authors. Am I going to be one of them? Fuck man. I don't know. I don't have a clue. I'm gonna just write. And write. And fall on my face a time or 6. And then write about how falling on my face a 7th time would have really made for a bad screenplay but someone on the WB probably wants to option it anyway.

But yeah. That's kind of where I'm at.

I decided to focus on my health. Part of me thinks that if I lose some of this extra weight that my back will feel better and maybe I can prolong the inevitable just a little bit longer. So that's the first step.

In the coming days (weeks, months, shit been trying for a year or two now) I'm going to be clearing out the clutter. I think going to more of a minimalist approach is really the way to go. I know with less clutter, I feel better. More balance. And I figure by now, if there's shit I haven't used since the divorce, I probably don't need it at this point (If you need laptop bags or iPad Mini cases, I can hook you up!).

I am contemplating getting rid of my Blue Rays and DVDs, but I'm not sure. That might be a little too Tyler Durden at this point. One thing I did make a pact (with myself) to do was to only watch TV one day a week. That day will be Sunday. I have a few shows I can catch up on from the previous week.

It seems extreme, but I have to tell you that I think it's going to work out very well.  I tried it for the first time last night. I got home. Surfed Facebook a bit. Did some laundry. Played a little Words with Friends. Threw together a plate of Easter leftovers for dinner. I got all my laundry done and folded and put away (a task that normally spans a few evenings).

And I didn't feel completely sapped by the end of the night.  Plus I think it help me make better food decisions. Nothing is easier when watching TV than getting online and ordering a pizza. Didn't watch TV last night, ergo no pizza. Sooo...yeah. We'll see how it plays out after a few weeks. So far, though, I think it's going to be a good thing.

Alright. That's about all the time I have to write at the moment.  Gotta get back to work.

Have a great rest of your day my friends.

-AT

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