Yesterday

Yesterday, I submitted my memoir/book "Tales of an Inland Empire Girl" to a "books for movie" contest. If your book is chosen, it goes to the movie studios to be considered. It was a last minute thing. It popped up on my calendar and I just made the deadline. 

I also started watching the "Pistol" series on Hulu. It's so damn good. The guy who plays Johnny Rotten is perfect. As is the Steve Jones character whose memoir "Lonely Boy" the series is based on. I'm about halfway through and it's so epic. You see all of the Sex Pistols in their beginnings along with their visionary and controversial manager Malcom McLaren, (who was also involved previously with the NY Dolls before the Sex Pistols) as well as the other characters pre rock star status of Chrissie Hynde (who had traveled to London from Ohio to be inspired) and Siouxsie Sioux. They're all obsessed with Bowie and hoping to create something. They're anti establishment. And somewhat anti Beatles and anti long guitar solos. They're pro chaos. They're blue collar and punk rock. They just don't have that name for it yet. 

It reminded me that not everyone, or mostly no one, thinks their dreams will come true when they're in the midst of it. You just have to focus on the tasks, whether it be touring or reading or workshopping or learning to play guitar, that get you there. To that place you can see, but it's an unknown. Then your life will change. Fuck the naysayers. Just do it. 

So here's to yesterdays. And tomorrows. Cheers.