It never fails

I suppose that when I do a bit of deep retrospection, I will find that I am not as patient as I think, or hope, that I am. Case in point, my latest endeavor. Having a few people read it and give positive feedback has not contributed to my ability to wait for things to happen. I come home from work, find no phone messages, find no emails, and become just a little sad. I end up taking a nap, which screws with my night sleep schedule. I putter about the place wanting to work on the 1rat, but find apathy to be stronger than motivation.

So, as of today, I guess I will either have to a) make myself a true nuisance, b) consider shopping my work around in traditional fashion, or c) say "Screw It" and be glad I didn't give up my day job.

Not for the weak

Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick.
Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker.
Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson.
Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.
Will Smith and Jada Pinkett-Smith.
Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn.
David Arquette and Courtney Cox-Arquette.
John Travolta and Kelly Preston.

Quite the list of names, isn't it? I comprised this list because:

a) They are all generally respected actors who have some serious skills.

b) They are all "Hollywood" couples who have managed to stay together for quite a few years, in an industry that seems to do more to destroy relationships than to foster them.

I developed this list for a particular reason, but not to establish any sort of fan club. Granted, a group such as this deserves a fan club, and I would probably join such a club if one were to be established, as I respect them all for both of the above reasons. It might have to do with the fact that I a) have been involved with theatrical arts from age ten and b) have been involved in a relationship for quite a few years, with all the associated joys and trials that those years brought. OK, so it's the Mrs. that deserves the props for staying with me, as there is no way I could have stayed with me for so long, or put up with so much. And I live with me. Daily.

Anyhoots, back to the list. Yep, all long-term couples and all actors. My interest in them is far from passing these days, although not stalkish. It ties into a certain project (that does not involve cleaning of any sort) I managed to get myself involved in of late. An Indie project, as it were. Yeah, yeah. I know. 'A'  listers. Get in line. Get real. See previous post, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. A person can dream, right? I mean, I've thought about it, and to me the best combination to play certain characters in a certain production of which I am der schriftsteller would be a married (or long-term committed) couple. Given there is a great deal of chemistry that is required to pass along the subtle nuances of the lead characters, it only seems right to have an intimate pair play those characters.

So, if any of the above couples are bored of late, and are not so ego-bloated as to think an Indie project is beneath them, and would welcome the opportunity to spend some time in a slower-paced Midwestern community (perhaps in the company of Dana Altman or Alex Payne), then I invite them to drop me a line at the email listed over there <-- and I can provide more details.

Nobody special

So, here I sit looking at a blog about a project that has for the most part stalled, due in most part to the fact that real life must continue on, and I have one question burning in my chaotic mind.

Who do I think I am?

A simple question, and one that is not unique to the human race. Everyone, at some point, has asked themselves this question. Everyone, at some point, has answered this question. It is within these answers that each person can discover a piece of the truth about what is involved with being human.

Take a moment, reflect on that truth. Is it glorious, life affirming? Is it mundane or cliche? Is it downright scary? Do we collectively need to make appointments to see therapists?

For me, there was a time when I would answer the question in a near delusional fashion. I thought, at one time, that I was destined to be important. A world-changer. Famous or infamous, I would be known. Now I recognize and accept the truth; the honest to goodness, down to earth, undeniable truth. Even more alarming, personally, I have to admit that it might just be better this way.

I am nobody special, and someone special.

So, as I sit here looking at this blog about a project that has for the most part stalled, I release a sigh, think about the little things I want to accomplish today, and smile.