Three Years
By H.G. Miller
A funny thing happened in February. The anniversary of this little website passed by and I failed to mark the occasion. It wasn’t until the month was almost over before I even realized it.
It’s been three years now.
For three years, I’ve been putting up posts twice a month, and while I’m nearing a point of more missed deadlines than made ones, I’m still getting text onto the web at a pace I wasn’t sure of when I first started this thing.
A moment to remember… this whole thing started out as a single blue page. It had my picture at the top and linked to a
story about cheese.
I was crammed into a bedroom the size of a small prison cell, with bars on the windows and the occasional bullet flying by. Helicopters shone spotlights into the living room on a weekly basis, and I was trying to sleep on a futon designed by sadists for sadists.
Six months earlier, my life had fallen apart after my one shot with a Hollywood agent had ended in failure, disappointment and scattershot blame. I’d lost my first friend, my apartment, and all communication with my ex-girlfriend on the wrong coast.
I had stopped writing.
I started this website as a way to get
back in the habit
of writing. I figured that if I forced myself to hack out something twice a month, then it would help unleash a flow of creative energy so massive that the world would have no choice but drown in my genius.
Well, like I said, it’s been three years.
I have written. I’ve finished scripts. I’m in Project Green Light. I’m taking the necessary steps to become a copywriter, so that I can put some of this creative energy into a day job that won’t make me want to slit my wrists.
I can look out the window of my
kick-ass apartment
and see palm trees, the Century City skyline and an occasionally smog-free moon.
It hasn’t always been easy, and it hasn’t always been fun, but I have kept writing. I keep fighting to keep my brain creative, despite the best efforts of corporate working.
I thank all who visit this site on a regular basis. I’m working diligently behind the scenes to redesign the site, and I have a few ideas of how to keep the creativity rolling.
The Rock
isn’t dead yet, I promise.
So, keep on coming by and check out year four.