Hot and Heavy : One Year in Burbank

SO despite what the title of this post tells you, this installment of Eric is procrastinating on a script he’s currently working writing will be neither hot nor heavy. Ive been told sex and trauma sell so I have deceived you intentionally to get you to read this post. I know that’s unacceptable. I’m listening and learning and subsequently growing so just know I’m doing the work.

Last month marked our first full year in Burbank. Having moved here during the writers strike to look for work as a screenwriter, very smart and very brave, though no scripts have sold or rooms filled by my presence, Ive never been more motivated or ambitious than I am today. For so many writers, a pretty standard first goal is to get paid to write. Through my freelance podcast contracts, Ive been achieving that goal consistently and more robustly than ever before. I’m making new friends (I love being a fat gay guy) and trying to remind myself that I have a deep well of endless joy and love to offer the world. Everyday I remind myself that this same endless love and patience also extends to me.

This year has been a beautiful reminder that, despite the daily horrors and endless struggle, we get to nourish one another an enrich each others lives for the better. Through whimsy, through care, through joy, through heartache, through vulnerability, through strength and through softness, we are the ones who can cause change. Within our communities, despite it all.

For you perverts who were hoping for some smut from this sweetie pie, I’ll leave you a tasty morsel I pulled from twitter. Eat up.