I just finished the second week on a new show - a series that will be filming until the end of October. While my bank account and my dream of home ownership is thrilled, my creative drive isn't - and that's something I wasn't expecting.
This show is incredibly well written. It's written by really strong women. I *love* being surrounded by that. However, I've got numerous scripts and story lines in my head and, despite getting up early on what is essentially my only day off to write, my own story lines are finding it difficult to come to the forefront.
This is something I have got to work through. I have to.
I'm going to go out on an artist's date today. I'm going to buy expensive coffees and head to my favourite stationary store on Granville Island and buy a really good pen. I'm going to kick it old-school and sit by the ocean with a notebook made by a dear friend's Mum and write - anything - and see if I can peel back the layers of another's voice and find my own again...
