cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
Yesterday, I taped another Best Week Ever, which will air this Friday. I had a wonderful time. I made myself laugh, and I made everyone else at the taping laugh. I really hope that I get to be a more regular part of that show, because it's so much fun.
But check out This totally cool thing that happened in the parking garage when I was waiting for the elevator:
I gave my ID to the security guard and told him I was going to tape Best Week Ever. While he signed me in, the elevator doors opened, and a really cute girl walked out. (I only mention that she was really cute because . . . let's face it, I'm a guy, and guys notice these things.)
She looked right at me and said, "I love your website." She said it simply, and matter-of-factly,
I felt like I'd just won a million dollars, man. I didn't even know what to say, so I just said, "Thank you so much!"
She walked past me and the security guard, and disappeared into the garage.
I felt like I was in this bubble of joy, where the rest of the world didn't exist. She didn't say that she liked this movie I did twenty years ago, or this TV show that I did fifteen years ago. She didn't even say "You know, I don't think Python sucked that bad . . ." She said that she loved my website, this thing that I'm doing now. Like I mentioned last week, I haven't done much in the acting world over the last few years that I'm proud of . . . but I'm very proud of my website.
Is it okay to say that? I don't want to come off as a dick, and I'm keenly aware of the Pride coming before the Fall . . . but I really do like what I've been able to do here.
My whole life I wanted to write, but I never did because I thought I was supposed to be an actor. But every morning, I get up, drink way too much coffee, and spend the next three or four hours doing what I love: I work on Just A Geek, or I write something for my website, or something for ACME . . . most of the stuff I write I don't even publish. I just do it so I write every day . . . and it rules. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's utter crap, most of the time it's just sort of there . . . but it's mine, and when that girl said that she loved my website, I felt like I could own the joy her comments brought me, because what you read here is really me. I'm not playing a character, or trying to make a shitty script into something worth watching . . . I'm creating images and recreating scenes from my life, without a director or a producer or a studio getting between what I want to create and what the audience gets to see.
If I stare at this much longer, I'm going to lose my nerve and not publish it, so I'll just say: If I wasn't writing, I'd be a nervous wreck right now, waiting for feedback from that audition, and freaking out about why they aren't calling back . . . but I've got other stuff going on now.
A few days ago, I bought the 2004 Writer's Market, because I'm going to face my fears of rejection and see if some magazines or anthologies are interested in publishing some of my stories. I never would have even dreamed about doing that last year, but you guys who read this site have given me so much support and encouragement, and O'Reilly is so excited about Dancing Barefoot, it seems like the risk is justified. I don't want to get too excited about stuff that hasn't happened yet, but I'm happy right now.
I guess that's what this post is about: I'm really happy right now. It feels like some of the risks I've taken in the last few years are starting to pay off, and I wanted to share that with anyone who reads WWdN, because without you guys, none of this would be happening.