Lately, I’ve been pushing myself a little too hard. The funny thing is that I didn’t realize it until my agent told me to take a breath and relax. Normally, my agent is the one asking for stuff to sell or requesting edits or whatever, but this time she actually told me to just chill. You would have thought the month-long tension headaches would have told me I’m wound a bit too tightly, but no. Sure, I lose my breath while talking about all my projects in the works or the upcoming ones, but there’s nothing wrong with that, right?
I’m just enthusiastic.
My cat was enthusiastic when he used to run into a room and head-butt my leg. When he ran in circles for no apparent reason until he was wheezing like an asthmatic kid forced to do the shuttle run, that’s just being hyper. Alas, I was the latter and now I realize it. Ugh. You think all the video games, crappy movies, TV and other short-attention-span entertainment is a factor? Oddly, no. Those things actually untie the knots in my shoulders and I tie them up again when I try to figure out a way to work on four different projects in one month while still keeping each one PERFECT.
I love being my own boss and I’m very fortunate to get paid doing what I love. Unfortunately, as a boss, I’m a ball-busting slave driver with one employee who gets to feel every lash from the whip. I guess this is another way my agent earns her percentage. After listening to me babble on about a hundred different projects and a thousand different places to sell those projects, she’s earned a damn medal. Now I know why she and my wife trade sympathetic eye rolls pointed in my direction when they see each other face to face.
