I think I've been having an identity crisis. Or at least as an artist. I've not really been entirely sure what I want to do with my life, or where I'm going as a writer, or if I'm even going anywhere as a writer. It's been a rough couple of months, especially after spending almost a month not quite sure where I was going to come up with money for food the next week, and failing to get a hold of a job. Add on some drama, and I've been under a lot of stress lately. Definitely has not made writing easy.
Today, though, has been different. I'm not sure what it is. Sure, some of the drama has been removed, but that drama has been effectively replaced. Something just clicked, and I feel like I'm gearing up for something. I've had an idea I though dead renew itself. I'm also really starting to get into scriptwriting. I think I might look into pursuing that further.
I'm still not sure where I'm going, but I feel like I'm going somewhere, and, for now, that's enough for me.
Be on the lookout for a review for Bertolt Brecht's Galileo when I've gotten it written.
