I was just struck by what a good moment right now is.
I'm sitting here at my desk. To my left is my MXL-990 microphone, because I just finished and sent off a voice audition for a 1940s style voice over sci-fi piece.
To my right is a stack of comic books from which I'm pulling monologues. To the right of that is a light box and kit, set up to finish some stop-motion animation work through which I'm about two thirds complete.
I'm surrounded by amazing toy sculptures, and inspired by my recent brown-costumed Wolverine winning (and since I've finished the VO audition), I'm being "bad" and having a brewskie (funny, in college, the origin of Bane from Batman inspired me to get into a practice of doing a thousand sit-ups and a thousand push-ups; Wolverine makes me drink; this says something about the positive influence of villains versus heroes).
On the couch is a 10 page script I'm memorizing. Next to that is binder of dozens of pages of character descriptions, ideas, and scripts for 28 episodes of "Project X", the trailer for which I'm editing right now on the computer in front of me.
I've been chatting off an on all night with guys about video game stuff.
I'm about to send a resume and cover letter off to a video game company.
I'm looking at a note from Neil Gaiman sitting in my in-mail.
The dog that's still with me is asleep in the hallway, breathing deeply.
The house is totally quiet.
It's not huge. It's not earth shattering. And it's probably more than a bit selfish.
But right now feels like a really, really good moment ...