Strike Club

Okay, last week sucked.

The threat of a Writers Guild strike is totally buzz-killing my life right now.

The issues are important, granted. They don't affect me now, but they'd affect me down the line.

Nobody seems to be breaking a sweat except me. Assignments are scarcer as the studios gear up for a war. If a strike happens as soon as November, I'm wondering how long it could possibly last—and whether I'll need to swallow my pride and take up a civilian job to get me through the fight.

I wish I could be calm and contemplative like the established guys. It must be fucking nice.

Waiting to hear back on some things. Brushing up some old portfolio pieces. Staring grimly at bills.

This week. Refocus. Redouble. I'll work my way through this funk.