Resistance (as defined
by Steven Pressfield -author of The Legend of Bagger Vance):
An active,
intelligent, protean, malign force – tireless, relentless and inextinguishable –
whose sole object is to stop us from becoming our best selves and from
achieving our higher goal... Its aim is not to obstruct or to hamper or to
impede. Its aim is to kill...Resistance will reason with you like a lawyer or jam a nine-millimeter in your face like a stickup man...Resistance is always lying and full of shit.
Well, I've been pistol whipped this week by Resistance. It has been
kicking my ass. Like, really. Like a lot. I've had to fight the voices in my
head, I've had to fight the distractions and I've had to fight through just to
keep writing.
I placed 3rd
in the TVWriter.com Spec Scriptacular contest. I submitted a spec for Big Bang
Theory and it was really well received.
You’d think I’d be proud as punch (and I was), BUT IT WAS ALSO FUCKING
TERRIFYING and I think it made the bad voices even louder and angrier.
I’m working on a
short and it’s fucking terrifying. The voices asked me: What in the hell makes you
think you can do this?
I didn't have one of my snappy comebacks. It was more like a non-committal shoulder shrug.
What is it about
getting even a hair's breath closer to your dreams that makes you want to run and turn tail and just
destroy everything you've built? What in the fuck is that about?
Hell on earth. That’s resistance.
Only thing I've got
going for me is that I’m stubborn. If I
want something, I always figure out a way to get it.
That and if I do not write, I will
absolutely descend into an oblivion of insanity and regret.
Sometimes this shit
is so heavy in my head, my neck hurts.
I’m comforted by the
fact that I’m not alone. You are with me, experiencing your own form of
resistance, which appears when you reach for what you were put here to do.
I’m going to keep
fighting.
Please be stubborn and crazy and insane and relentless with me.
See you Monday.
See you Monday.
