i think it's bad when i start yearning for the mundane...
so. things are getting more complicated. yay.
i don't know if i mentioned it, but my dad recently mentioned that he has an old college acquaintance who's a higher-up (well, actually, the highest-up) at a television network... anyway, though i'm still hoping this long island thing comes through, i thought it would be a good idea to see if my dad could make out anything from this network guy.
another thing that's been happening is my parents weird lack of support for my current plans, which is only strange because they hardly ever do this. i don't know if it's a me being a "grown up" thing, or me being home and not in school, or what, but they've done all but come out and say "charlie, we think you're making a huge mistake." which, i guess if that's how they feel, fine, but good god, the negativity is driving me absolutely up the walls!
anyway, so i prevail upon my dad to call the guy, which he does. of course, i only hear about the conversation second hand; i neither participated in it nor witnessed it, so everything that happened was recounted to me by my dad. basically, this guy, this big-shot tv guy says that i should screw the idea of a 18-hour a day job, and instead, get together a really top-notch writing portfolio. then he says that he will look at any work i have, but that it's a one-shot kind of thing.
of course, this flies almost directly in the face of what mary has been telling me; i even e-mailed her to ask for her perspective on it, and she said things like "he's speaking from an ivory tower," and "is this guy in any position to actually help you?" which funnily enough was the same question that my parents have been asking me about mary.
somehow, the whole thing seems incredibly ugly. nothing ugly has actually happened but... groan. somewhere in there i feel like i understand the statement that you have to really want it to make it in this business... i'm not even out of the starting gate and i'm already having fantastic visions of giving up. i'm not going to, not yet, but the visions are definitely there.
another factor to this is that mary has informed me that the long island people are still waiting around to get picked up, and probably won't be hiring for a while, which is something i'd rather not have to discuss with my parents. of course, now, my dad's suggestion is that i might think about taking a few months and getting a part time job and just writing, which has all sorts of romantic, bohemian possibilities... but at the same time, is very very different from what my most recently revised plan was.
there's more bitching and moaning to be done, but not tonight. i'm exhausted. i had a busy day that involved painting a hallway in westchester and teaching an sat class on the uws... somehow that did me in. anyway. chew on this for a while. i'll be back.
so. things are getting more complicated. yay.
i don't know if i mentioned it, but my dad recently mentioned that he has an old college acquaintance who's a higher-up (well, actually, the highest-up) at a television network... anyway, though i'm still hoping this long island thing comes through, i thought it would be a good idea to see if my dad could make out anything from this network guy.
another thing that's been happening is my parents weird lack of support for my current plans, which is only strange because they hardly ever do this. i don't know if it's a me being a "grown up" thing, or me being home and not in school, or what, but they've done all but come out and say "charlie, we think you're making a huge mistake." which, i guess if that's how they feel, fine, but good god, the negativity is driving me absolutely up the walls!
anyway, so i prevail upon my dad to call the guy, which he does. of course, i only hear about the conversation second hand; i neither participated in it nor witnessed it, so everything that happened was recounted to me by my dad. basically, this guy, this big-shot tv guy says that i should screw the idea of a 18-hour a day job, and instead, get together a really top-notch writing portfolio. then he says that he will look at any work i have, but that it's a one-shot kind of thing.
of course, this flies almost directly in the face of what mary has been telling me; i even e-mailed her to ask for her perspective on it, and she said things like "he's speaking from an ivory tower," and "is this guy in any position to actually help you?" which funnily enough was the same question that my parents have been asking me about mary.
somehow, the whole thing seems incredibly ugly. nothing ugly has actually happened but... groan. somewhere in there i feel like i understand the statement that you have to really want it to make it in this business... i'm not even out of the starting gate and i'm already having fantastic visions of giving up. i'm not going to, not yet, but the visions are definitely there.
another factor to this is that mary has informed me that the long island people are still waiting around to get picked up, and probably won't be hiring for a while, which is something i'd rather not have to discuss with my parents. of course, now, my dad's suggestion is that i might think about taking a few months and getting a part time job and just writing, which has all sorts of romantic, bohemian possibilities... but at the same time, is very very different from what my most recently revised plan was.
there's more bitching and moaning to be done, but not tonight. i'm exhausted. i had a busy day that involved painting a hallway in westchester and teaching an sat class on the uws... somehow that did me in. anyway. chew on this for a while. i'll be back.
posted by Charlie Beckerman at 20:58
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