Monthly Archives: April 2018

The Man Who Walked Away From Facebook.

Starting later today, April 30th, I’ll be suspending my Facebook account.

My plan is to do without the social media app for the duration of the month of May.  My reasons, are many.

For one, I’m tired of the petty back-biting and political sniping that passes as ‘discussion’ on the platform. Try as I may – and I DO try – about once a week, I’ll be sucked into some discussion based on a seemingly logical statement I’ll make in the course of the thread. The “debate” – and I use that term loosely, that follows is usually painful and pointless. And the fact that it transpires in “slow motion” only exacerbates it.  Checking back, to see if there is a response – over and over – during the course of a day – is simply too time consuming.

A time suck, that’s what bother’s me most. It is a carnivore of attention. Time I COULD be spending doing something productive.

And it’s not just the acrimonious debates, it’s the ‘need’ for affirmation. Sure, I’m a performer, and a writer, and a middle child. I’ll freely admit I LOVE attention and affirmation that comes from an audience. Hell, most of the time, it’s all one gets from one’s efforts, the pay being so meager in the performing world.  But again, the time it takes, could be better used to CREATE. In particular, stories and screenplays.

This month, the script I currently have under option, “WORKING TITLE” will pass through one more checkpoint towards production. Either it will receive the funding the producers are asking for, or it won’t. If it does, it will likely go into production this summer, and I’ll likely be doing more rewrites.  If it doesn’t, I MIGHT need to tweak it a bit more – to get it. The option expires at the end of this month. Either they’ll RENEW the option – likely because they think they can get funding elsewhere ,  or they’ll allow it to lapse. In which case, I’ll need to rededicate myself to marketing the script, which will take more of my attention.

The fact that Facebook’s privacy policy is… laughable, at best, also plays into my decision. I’m not so sure I WANT to give Corporate Big Brother any more of my magnetic ink than is absolutely necessary. I don’t trust Zuckenberg. One more reason to leave.

They say it takes 21 days, to form a habit. It’s my hope that in the course of the month while I suspend the account, that I will develop different habits in my daily routines. It will be one less thing , one less reason, to look at my phone. One less thing to occupy my attention. One less virtual online persona that will require maintenance and attention.

If, after a month of abstinence, I feel their is a net “gain” in the quality of my life and creative output, I’ll likely actually DELETE the account.  If I find that there is no marked difference, and in fact, if I find that I require access to the network of friends and acquaintances then I’ll re-activate it, and deal with it as best I can.

Meanwhile, I’ll post my professional updates, and my thoughts on “Breaking the leash” here on this blog, which virtually no one will read. My good friends and associates know how to reach me directly. And of course, there’s an email addy here under the ‘contact me’ page.

Wish me luck.

All things come, to those who wait.

I’m not particularly good at waiting.
I don’t ‘do’ waiting very well.

That’s not to say I don’t know how to kill time, or spend time, or waste time, or invest time. I can do that.

I’m just no good at waiting.

To my mind, there are two kinds of waiting. One, the type I’m good at, or at least have some facility for, is filling in the time between. Imagine you’re waiting for the train to arrive, or the test results to come in. There is an assigned “end point” for your waiting. Be it in two hours, or next Thursday. You know (as much as such things can be known) that the end of your wait will come at that point in time. In such cases, it’s easy to fill the time with other chores, busy work, idle amusements, and peaceful contemplation. Even if you’re awaiting possible dire news – it’s still some comfort to know that by “Next Friday” – you’ll have your answer. There will come a time when you will “know”.

This sort of waiting, I can handle.

It’s the waiting for the unknown that drives me bug nutty. Waiting for someone else to control your destiny by making a choice on their own time is maddening.

“We’ll get back to you…” “We’ll let you know…” “Things will happen, as soon as THEY make a decision…”

My life is full of the later point right now.

I’m waiting for someone to make a decision on funding the script I’ve optioned. “Hopefully we’ll know soon.”

I expect more rewrites will be needed. Someone once said the script isn’t finished until the movie premiers. And even then, the “Director’s cut” will be included on the DVD. (Unless the director IS the screenwriter, there’s never a ‘writers cut’.) Knowing that this particular script might require my complete and undivided attention – likely with a deadline attached, I am loath to invest any creativity into writing a new script. And yes, I do have ideas for new scripts.

When I was young and hitchhiking across America and Canada – I used to sit on the side of the road with my back pack and thumb out. I could only sit a short while, before I’d pick up my pack, and carry it down the road on my back. Sure, maybe I’d only get a mile or two closer to wherever I was going. But at least it’s movement.

And so I’m writing this little essay, while I wait. At least, I’m writing.