DUST SWEAT & BLOOD!

Well, it looks like blog4reel is finally up, technically live, and I am surprisingly not a basket-case even though I've been having to deal with one problem after another with our new host, which at the moment, I'm not very happy with. But as I'm reserving judgment I'll avoid slamming them for the moment. True, I am wanting to stress a little but really I DON’T want to cause stress sucks - bad for the body, bad for the spirit - so I’m blogging about it. Josh’s blog reminded me the cathartic benefit of blogging. So I’m thinking blog4reel is so small… nothing comes from San Antonio except for the Spurs, of course. We don’t get recognized for our culture, our art. How will people respond? There’s so much out there.. but then I know you writer’s are a unique wonderful group of people and I believe that you’ll see the fun and the potential in this project. Plus it's just exhilarating to explore new territory.

I’ve been writing since I was probably 8 years old… I would write these not so elaborate journals – all about my crushes and new hello kitty pens; I would write poems about things that meant something to me, evidently – things like bubblegum. (Note: If I hadn’t lost that poem in the move from Washington to Texas, I promise I would have posted it for my friends’ amusement-slash-derision. Alas, no such luck!)
For the past several years all I’ve been writing is scripts. And because I wanted to bring one of them to life I decided I would make it on my own. At that same time, my friend in college sent me his blog. Blogwhat? I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was instantly sucked into his story, it was like reading a great novel, only it was real. I know this person. And it was a fun and beautiful thing to see this person’s life unfold. Naturally I wanted to blend all these loves of mine and blog4reel was born. Thanks again to Josh – now a blog4reel ‘blogstar’. I think you’re brilliant! And thanks to all the bloggers who are willing to share their lives and take risks. For you… I have a quote that always reminds me to take the path that requires the most courage:

"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who, at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

- Theodore Roosevelt