Talk about a long dramatic pause. I'm not pregnant. I'm sure you guys were worried.
But I am quitting my day job, which as I now find out, also causes morning sickness, headaches, and unexpected heat flashes.

I've had this job for three years. It's been great to me. It's the best actor/producer side job I could have ever asked for. So why am I giving it up? Cause it's a damn crutch. I can't fully throw myself into acting, producing or running Get Reel LA until I'm out of there. The secretary said it best at a work event after too many gin and tonics, "You're cheating yourself; you better shit or get off the pot." And then she tried to kiss me in the woman's bathroom, but that's entirely beside the point.

Eliminating the sexual harassment suit, she's right. You can't half ass this profession. The competition is too high. You've got to throw yourself head deep into this smoggy pool, take a big fat risk, have a little faith, and see what happens.

So the last direct deposit will be hitting my account on December 31st. By January 1st I'll be employed 100% by Get Reel LA, in all its glory. Can it support me? Not right now. But come January 1st-- sure, why not? By February I'll book that sexy, smart new pilot which will shoot 6 episodes. That will tide me over until April when I'll be on salary from the feature I'm producing, cause that's when I'll jump into the lovely life of freelance producing. And by May I'll need a little vacation, so I'll hop over to Italy for the week where I'll meet George Clooney and we'll fall deeply in love.

Oh god.