I’m about to go to another screening — fun. I’m just going to read and follow New York Mag’s family of pubilcations and The Atlantic. I saw that Nicole Chung published an article about adoption a couple of months ago. Where exactly do I fit? I’m not adopted. I can’t talk about those issues. When it comes to “writing about family,” what exactly am I going to say? It might not be the Family section, it might be health and wellness. My parents were mentally ill, ill, like, have fun with that adjective. Sucks, it sucks right now, because ten years ago I had money in the bank… I don’t HAVE a family. I can’t talk about parenting, or community issues. Maybe I can research “in-betweeners,” children who didn’t go into foster care, but it’s more of a wellness story. How I survived my family, yikes. At this point, I don’t know exacty what to do, but that’s where I got to, today.
I’ll keep reading. I’ll keep finding my way. It’s just, right now, job wise I have no idea what to do. I’m going to keep reading Epic’s work, since I can see my ideas working well in that direction— Barbara Harris? Sure, they’d be down, I think. She was one of the true legends of improv. Christmas in Naples, sure, this crazy epic Christmas told as if it were the Olympics.
It begins at breakfast. You gotta make it to lunch, you see.