Haven't finished your screenplay, outline, novel, whatever?
Maybe you haven't started?
Maybe it's all still a dream to you: "One day I'll be a writer," "One day I'll send my script out, try and get an agent," "One day I'll try and get a production company interested in me."
Sort yourself out!
One of my philosophy students yesterday excused himself for not doing his essay on moral realism because he had been ill and because he had "too much other coursework." I told him: sorry mate. Time management is part of adult life.
So if time management is part of adult life, why do we invariably neglect our dreams? If you have no dreams, you have no life in my book. That's going to impact on your work, your family life...everything. I always say: "How can I say to my kids "Follow your dreams" if I don't?"
The point of this post is not to lecture you or say I'm great and you're not. Rather, I want you to sit down and say: "What IS my dream? HOW can I achieve it?"
It's easier than you think.
When I was a young girl, all I ever wanted to be was a writer. When I got pregnant as a teenager, I junked this dream because I had to be responsible. I was a mother now. I had no money, no house, no security, no boyfriend even. Bugger.
It was the worst thing I ever did.
Without my dream of TRYING it as a writer, I was half the person I should be - therefore I was half the mother I should have been. I became lethargic, bored. I loved my son, absolutely and totally, but there was something "missing".
So I went to university. I took my son with me. We had to do a variety of flits from flats infested with mice and cockcroaches. I had a boyfriend who was a nutter and my son's father followed me to Bournemouth and messed me around constantly. I was broken into. Mugged, twice. The gas boiler blew up at one place and at another my Landlord left us with no electricity for a week when the fuse box blew up. I was stalked by a lesbian called Gemma and my best friend who lived over the road turned into a psycho.
I loved it.
Why? Not because of any of those things. Shit happens. But I was doing what I wanted to do. That's what counts. Regardless of the shit.
So: you want something? Go and get it. It might be hard. But anything worth having is never easy... And maybe you'll never have it. I'm STILL trying. I'm making some slow progress, but I'm not there yet. Perhaps I never will be.
But the journey counts as well: not just the destination.