FINALLY! The muse started to come back to me. I forgive you, baby. Just take care of your big poppa. It’ll be different this time, I swear. Getting all kinds of ideas, from lines of dialogue to snippets of visuals, to full on screenplays, and entire movies wholesale. I like to take advantage of these serendipitous moments. Even if it’s just writing down everything I’m seeing in my head or if it’s shooting a facsimile and narrating it for myself (I can’t draw). Trying to put an end to over a years worth of personal damage and set the course for the next few years of my life, personally, professionally and domestically. It’s not easy, but it has to be done.
I need to be a better man. I want to be a better man. I will be a better man.
Looks like December will be a fun reunion over 5 years in the making to get Uncle Pete’s Playtime back. I think this time will be way better. I intend to let it go more into George’s domain in terms of writing, but I have some minor ideas to get in. I resisted doing any more of these for years, now ideas are fermenting like a fine wine. Hopefully George can elevate them into a new space.
Coincidentally, making Uncle Pete’s Playtime saved me from a serious writer’s block and self confidence crisis 5 years ago and it might save me again. I don’t feel all that valuable right now. I don’t know what my sense of self worth has anymore. I don’t want to be arrogant again, but I have to have some semblance of caring about what I am too.
“Can’t see nothin’ in front of me. Can’t see nothin’ coming up behind. I make my way through this darkness. I can’t feel nothing but this chain that binds me. Lost track of how far I’ve gone, how far I’ve gone, how high I’ve climbed”
― Bruce Springsteen