I spoke to my Irish screenwriter friend on the phone again last night. She had come to an important decision concerning her life. She was not going to move to LA, despite her having recently obtained a special artist's visa enabling her to live there for a while and work as a screenwriter. Something she had put in a lot of time, effort and money to achieve. She felt going to LA was everyone else's decision but hers. One is supposed to do such things, if one has the chance to. But why?
So she decided not to. And the day after she made the decision not to, she received an email with a potential offer to work as a writer on a new Irish tv series in a team of highly experienced writers.
It's amazing what forces are released the moment one makes a decision to let go. Of what might you ask? Essentially of ego.