Should auld acquaintance be forgot and newe acquaintance remembered
As 2011 begins, things aren't looking so bad. Although I have less money saved than I had a year ago, I have a decent-paying new day job that appears to be working out, so catchup is not unlikely. My credit rating now appears to be at a point where I can move to a decent new apartment without fear of sudden rejection. And for the first time in almost three years, I'm heading back to England in April, for about a week and a half. (I was thinking of going to NYC over Family Day weekend... then I thought, why would I want to go in February?) Maybe late in the year, I'll use the remaining week or so of vacation to do that Italy trip I've been meaning to do for a decade. The Leaning Tower was closed last time I was there.
Part of the year was spent doing unpaid journalism on Toronto events and attractions, part of it was spent proofreading and reformatting translated documents, and a little of it was spent editing bad first-time novels and trying to convince people in condos or brand-new houses that they needed their windows replaced. But much of 2010 was spent learning the hard way that maybe I don't really belong in this theatre community after all. (And I may be using the term "theatre" very loosely, since several people, including my own dramaturg, spent a lot of time and energy trying to convince me that my one-man show didn't qualify as real theatre.) That doesn't mean I'm through with it: Grouch is coming to the Bread & Circus in March -- that is, assuming my producer-director gets over his illness soon and confirms the dates with the venue -- and it turns out, another playwright/director is interested in casting me in her in-progress play for Fringe and/or Summerworks.
I think, though, that I'd like to turn my focus back more to writing and spoken word. Maybe all I was meant to do on a creative level is just to write sophomoric monologues and read them before small audiences in obscure pub rooms. There seems to be a strange shortage of literary open mics in the city these days, however, and even the ones around seem to be getting a bit fascist with their time limits. At least I have a couple of gigs booked in England already, with others I'm waiting to hear from. So it looks life the performance life is going to be very active for the first seven or eight months notwithstanding.
Once my benefits kick in, I've got to make a dental appointment. It's been too long. One tooth on the side sometimes hurts when I eat cereal.
I'm tired and sleepy and don't want to write anymore. Happy twenty eleven.
Part of the year was spent doing unpaid journalism on Toronto events and attractions, part of it was spent proofreading and reformatting translated documents, and a little of it was spent editing bad first-time novels and trying to convince people in condos or brand-new houses that they needed their windows replaced. But much of 2010 was spent learning the hard way that maybe I don't really belong in this theatre community after all. (And I may be using the term "theatre" very loosely, since several people, including my own dramaturg, spent a lot of time and energy trying to convince me that my one-man show didn't qualify as real theatre.) That doesn't mean I'm through with it: Grouch is coming to the Bread & Circus in March -- that is, assuming my producer-director gets over his illness soon and confirms the dates with the venue -- and it turns out, another playwright/director is interested in casting me in her in-progress play for Fringe and/or Summerworks.
I think, though, that I'd like to turn my focus back more to writing and spoken word. Maybe all I was meant to do on a creative level is just to write sophomoric monologues and read them before small audiences in obscure pub rooms. There seems to be a strange shortage of literary open mics in the city these days, however, and even the ones around seem to be getting a bit fascist with their time limits. At least I have a couple of gigs booked in England already, with others I'm waiting to hear from. So it looks life the performance life is going to be very active for the first seven or eight months notwithstanding.
Once my benefits kick in, I've got to make a dental appointment. It's been too long. One tooth on the side sometimes hurts when I eat cereal.
I'm tired and sleepy and don't want to write anymore. Happy twenty eleven.