Sunday night. Ugh. Back from vacation and everything feels stuck.
It takes a lot for me to feel overwhelmed, but I have officially arrived.
The escrow on our Los Angeles house was supposed to close on Tuesday, but it is getting delayed.
We are supposed to move back to Hawaii in July, but we don't know where our youngest daughter will go to school yet or where we will be living.
The last eight weeks have been all about the "L word" (limbo).
A big powerful Hollywood agent offered to represent me as a producer and help negotiate my producing deal. But the deal is not done and he won't return my calls. This has sent me into a tailspin.
I hate being ignored (I always think of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction when I say these words).
I hate asking for help.
I hate when people say they are going to do something and then don't.
I hate relying on people who are unreliable.
I hate feeling unimportant.
I hate not being in control.
I need to move out of my old office.
I need to get my own computer equipment and cell phone.
I feel like I am sweating the small stuff... computers, cell phones, office space, etc.
Is this the first sign of being a producer? Your own agent won't call you back? Perhaps I don't want to be a producer. Or maybe I don't want an agent.
Or maybe I should have bought a health food store after all.