Flipskript Ink

I'm not sure what is flattening my Pepsi the most...not knowing what to write about, having a hard time looking for gigs in my field, or just starting all over together. Bouncing between the pages of Writer with a Day Job and Get a Freelance Life, one would think that there would be more than enough to update on a blog. However, I draw an inconvenient blank because it's hard to shake off the feeling of an angry journalist. My unofficial twin and I spent the majority of the weekend talking about how annoying, upset, and disappointed we have been because we're both literary and lyrical artists (now that I think about it, our Avant-garde Conformist needs an overdue update) and we do everything else but write. Writing is like breathing to us, we do it because we need to. He, my bestie Marcus, is an NYU grad student following his dream in musical theater arts and making things happen and I'm a writer with a day job, hence why I bought the book. I've met other people...

How oxymoronic was that? I wouldn’t let them fire me, I wouldn’t let them. I was not going to let the lack of maturity and support from a so-called “team” take me out of the game of life that easily. I decided when it was time for me to go. From this personal statement, anger and confusion are sown all up and through. But hey, at least I could make some wonderful stories and poetry from it. Sometimes, silence is the best reaction to certain behaviors. Someone must have thought I was stupid or something. As I stated earlier, I have a degree in sociology and this degree allowed me to just watch and observe. I took a new job in another industry and relocated and I’m doing me now. As I write this story through the angry flashbacks while grinding my teeth, I can finally smile because they couldn’t get rid of me when they wanted. I wouldn’t let them… It took a lot of reluctance to get this posted on here, let alone submit it to the anthology. I've been debating back and forth ab...