Catching the Car

Or, where the hell is Drew?

If you’re annoyed with me, I’d understand.

First, let me thank you for your patience. I still can’t be specific about what’s going on, but I am working on something for television, and I am working on a very tight deadline. If you know anything about television, you know that there’s a certain amount of work you do upfront before you know whether or not you actually get to make a series, and that’s what we’re doing right now. It is thrilling but it has also been emotionally all-consuming. The opportunity here is enormous, and not just in terms of what it would mean to my family financially. This is one of those creative moments that you’re offered once or twice in a career if you are very lucky, and somehow, at this particular time, I am indeed that lucky.

There’s something that people forget to tell you about moments like this, though, and it’s something that’s worth a little discussion.

What do you do when you’re the dog who finally catches the car?

I retired at the start of this year.

Not from everything, but from film and television. I made a decision to focus my attention fully on the newsletters and on breaking into book publishing as well. I spent a lot of this year focused on that goal, and started making real headway this summer. My girlfriend told me that she noticed a real shift in my overall demeanor once I made the choice, like a weight had lifted off of me. I felt that way, certainly. There’s something liberating about letting go of a frustrating dream, something that brings you as much agony as joy.