Just the Tip

After yet another weekend of drinking too much, being out too late, and starting the week at a deficit, I thought the best thing to do was start a blog. Like so many others before me. But they say that getting started is the hardest thing to do. And it seems like I've been getting started for quite some time now. I've got a graduate degree in writing from NYU and I've been trying to break into the entertainment industry for a while. Guess what? Nothing's really happening. I've written my plays and gotten them produced or had readings of them. I've written numerous spec scripts and pilots and can get them to various executives and showrunners...

I think the thing to mention here is that I'm not a shitty writer. At least I don't think so. And neither does my mother, my brother, my boyfriend, my best friends and people who think I'm cute and probably would say anything to get into my pants.

And the jury's still out mid-first blog post. The point is that I'm doing everything I should be doing to be the great success I've always fancied myself becoming. Well, everything except put my unique point of view (or Point of Loo) together in a blog.

Wow, this is like overindulgent, verbal masturbation - which I would loathe in a stage play or a piece of performance art, but here seems strangely allowed and appropriate. So I'm going to continue because I'm no where near climaxing...

Well, maybe I should hold off from blowing my wad all at once. This is just the first post. A taste. A tease.

Just the tip, if you will. No need to go all the way in yet. Not without lubrication anyway.