Back To Square One, Did I Ever Leave?

Here we are again, guys. I hope everyone is doing Okay. I want to give a special shout-out to Stacey Duah for being so supportive, it truly means a lot. Genuine support is hard to come by in this world we live in today.

Well, due to my writing job search situation that I've noted in the prior articles, and my financial situation, I've been forced to go and apply for regular jobs in the area. Not that these jobs will help my financial situation that much, but I have to do what I have to do. I came to this decision last Sunday. It was tough, it hurt me to my heart and soul to be at this stage after all this handwork, dedication, and sacrifice towards not being in this situation. And not because I didn't earn it, but because I continue to go unacknowledged. No one reads my applications for writing jobs for "whatever" reason, no one takes the time to read my screenplays because I'm "unsolicited" or people are too "swamped" to take the time to read it, and none of these so called "peers" in the industry finds it important enough to consider or recommend me for anything. I've stayed out of trouble, I have no criminal record, I went to school and got my creative writing DEGREE, yet this is still my reality (for now).

For the record, I'm still not working fast food (fuck that) anymore, but I did apply for a few stores, an ice cream place, and I did find another writing job (at Complex) to apply for on twitter. Some of you might say, "why didn't you do this sooner?" I think what I stated above is self-explanatory. I know there's also some of you that'll say, "if plan A doesn't work, what about plan B?" I also answered that above. So, looking for these jobs in the area is plan C. To be completely honest, if not for my loving girlfriend's parents taking me in during this tough time, I would have had a different plan C. That plan C would be me going back to Salisbury, NC (a very small town), a city that's currently amongst the top most dangerous cities in North Carolina, and where all the jobs are leaving (and the jobs there are filled). Oh, and that KFC (fun fact, I applied to 35 other jobs before applying to KFC...) I used to work at, and where my autistic little brother (very proud of him) works now had its drive-thru window shot in because the restaurant (Taco Bell) next to it was robbed. So, yeah, go back to where even my mother (bless her, I hope I can help her soon) is struggling would have been the initial plan C. There you have it everyone. I hope this puts plan A and plan B in perspective more.

I'm not trying to be negative, just stating facts within the reality I live. Despite that, I refuse to succumb to such a reality, and it is in me to change my reality for the better. I don't know how to quit, I only know how to strive forward and endure. I cherish this gift of storytelling, this gift of screenwriting knowing that I have a greater purpose given to me by my beholder. It's more to it than me having work in my field I got a degree for, than securing an income with my gift of writing. It's about using my gift to bridge a connection to others and impact people’s lives. Being that one percent of change in the world that inspires, empowers, provokes thought, spreads positivity, spreads unity, spreads love. My God gave me a voice within this gift of writing and I will see it through with all my heart and soul.

I don't know where everyone stands religiously, I don't intend to force this on anyone. I'm just stating my truth. God gave me a sign back when I was 19 to take this journey, and that's why I push the way I do. I do all of this through his (or her) will as a vessel. There's no selfish gain in this, only a contribution to the big picture that we all fit in.

I appreciate you guys for reading. Until next Sunday.