Acting On Anxiety: My 10 lines of defense
My friend would say “oh you’re anxious again… what are you stressed about?”
I continue to tell him they are not one in the same. Stress would be welcomed. Anxiety is just… hopelessness.
essays & reflections on crafting a creative career
My friend would say “oh you’re anxious again… what are you stressed about?”
I continue to tell him they are not one in the same. Stress would be welcomed. Anxiety is just… hopelessness.
I have a story for you about how I fought for $15,000 for an advertisement placement of a song of mine. I’m a hustler. When I make a song, I let people know. When I release a CD, I give it to my friends. One of my friends is a video editor, and works a […]
3 years ago, I rediscovered my love for musical theater and allowed it to interrupt said funk. And it works. Every. Single. Time.
I’m on the Grammy’s ballot… And now for the first time in my life, I’m reaching out and pitching my new record… not to my fans, not to music supervisors and film producers, but to my colleagues requesting they consider my music for a Grammy. Other Recording Academy members. Music producers, songwriters, labels. I always wanted […]
I’m starting to understand how the ever-elusive energy plays a bigger role in my life than I thought. In a recent post, I shared about my recent experience of moving houses. I was desperately trying to set up my next (and hopefully “forever”) workspace with positive energy, differently than I had in the past. Weeks […]
Hey there. Do you hate waiting? If this hits a nerve, resonates in any way, let me know. I’d love to hear what you think and where you are in finding a balance between rushing and waiting… I used to be in a rush ALL the time. Probably because I had this innate understanding of my […]
As seen on Discmaker’s Echoes Blog. Every day I wake up and say “okay, what am I going to do today that will push my career forward?”. The worst feeling is when I can’t answer that question. I’m at a point where I feel like I’ve reached out to all of my contacts, tapped out […]
And though I’d like to call it vacation, because I am having the time of my life, I’d feel lazy calling it such. A whole month on vacation? with no pay? Impossible. Idiotic. Especially in these times…. right?
Possibly. Or not.
A few months ago, I was telling a good old friend (the kind that tells the bitter truth no matter what) that one of my articles was being published in Keyboard Magazine. His response: “Now you’re a writer too? Well aren’t you the jack of all trades, master of none.” I hung up.