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I e-mailed Matt my last entry and this was his reply.
Baby, it's lovely. Beautiful. You are a blessed and talented lady, Sabrina Shahmir. I want more!
I promise I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass, but I'm not one for reading. I enjoy first-person narrative writing (autobiographical-style) more than anything, but even when I read that little piece you wrote while administering the tests a few weeks ago, I was intrigued and I wanted more. You have an innate gift for engaging.
Please remember this and remember that this isn't just me supporting you, this is a non-reader by nature telling you he's engaged by your words. I have such a short attention span when it comes to the written page and, while granted I'm pretty invested because I was reading my lover's words, I felt like the writer was sharing something with me, not just telling me something, but SHARING.
Just keep writing. When it's an LJ entry or a novel, just write things. Get it out of you. It's impossible for you to be uninteresting, baby.
Thank you for letting me read that. Almost makes me want to start an LJ again. I started a blogspot thing during my tour a year ago but didn't get past the 1st entry. Didn't think anyone would care. But that just goes to show you... I wasn't doing it for me, I just wanted attention, I guess.
Rehearsal was good tonight. Tour should be a fun gig. The most stressful part will be just some of the drives and praying to God my Dodge Stratus doesn't kick the bucket.
Grabbed a drink with Jose, Vince, Molly, and Kathryn tonight. It was just good to reconnect with them a bit. Great people. I had one lager and then sipped water while they drank more. It was my turn to drive the boys so I opted to be responsible. Plus I think I'm slowly weening myself off beer.
Jose got offered an ensemble role in "Astro Boy" at Studio. But he's turning it down to do something at GALA Hispanic Theatre. His call, I guess. Maybe the gig pays better and it's a better role. And from what I can tell about "Astro Boy", it's not for everyone. One of those experimental, built-up-from-the-ground kind of pieces which you have to have the creative stamina and skill I don't quite match. Ah well. I'll go balls deep for "Andrew Jackson."
I know you're dispirited by the seemingly-brainless work you're doing lately, but I promise you it's worth it baby. I wish serving was more lucrative for us both because, yes, it was more enjoyable of a job, but it just became no longer ideal. Passion doesn't pay. All the best paying jobs it seems are the passionless ones. There are exceptions of course, but that seems to be the nature of the beast. It's disheartening.
So few have what we have, sweetheart. I try to remind myself of that. When I'm down on myself and feeling disenchanted by how sucky the world can really be, I think of how lucky I am to have the gentle, safe touch of your curing hands up my back and through my hair and everything feels right again.
You're right. I do have outlets, but you're my power.
I can't wait to read more of your writing.
I'm off to write up a quick cover letter for Kennedy Center's TYA open call for "Shear Madness." Frankly, I'm just excited to send them my new headshot. I have to actually print and mail this one. The ad didn't say anything about e-mailing.
Also hopefully doing a double-close shift tomorrow. I could use the extra money. I'm taking a hit not working Friday and Saturday this week. Worth it, of course, but I figure I should still try to work when I can. A special someone has a birthday coming up and I'd like to get her more than a cupcake.
I love you madly, my Persian princess.
~your Matthew
Wonderful guy.
Baby, it's lovely. Beautiful. You are a blessed and talented lady, Sabrina Shahmir. I want more!
I promise I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass, but I'm not one for reading. I enjoy first-person narrative writing (autobiographical-style) more than anything, but even when I read that little piece you wrote while administering the tests a few weeks ago, I was intrigued and I wanted more. You have an innate gift for engaging.
Please remember this and remember that this isn't just me supporting you, this is a non-reader by nature telling you he's engaged by your words. I have such a short attention span when it comes to the written page and, while granted I'm pretty invested because I was reading my lover's words, I felt like the writer was sharing something with me, not just telling me something, but SHARING.
Just keep writing. When it's an LJ entry or a novel, just write things. Get it out of you. It's impossible for you to be uninteresting, baby.
Thank you for letting me read that. Almost makes me want to start an LJ again. I started a blogspot thing during my tour a year ago but didn't get past the 1st entry. Didn't think anyone would care. But that just goes to show you... I wasn't doing it for me, I just wanted attention, I guess.
Rehearsal was good tonight. Tour should be a fun gig. The most stressful part will be just some of the drives and praying to God my Dodge Stratus doesn't kick the bucket.
Grabbed a drink with Jose, Vince, Molly, and Kathryn tonight. It was just good to reconnect with them a bit. Great people. I had one lager and then sipped water while they drank more. It was my turn to drive the boys so I opted to be responsible. Plus I think I'm slowly weening myself off beer.
Jose got offered an ensemble role in "Astro Boy" at Studio. But he's turning it down to do something at GALA Hispanic Theatre. His call, I guess. Maybe the gig pays better and it's a better role. And from what I can tell about "Astro Boy", it's not for everyone. One of those experimental, built-up-from-the-ground kind of pieces which you have to have the creative stamina and skill I don't quite match. Ah well. I'll go balls deep for "Andrew Jackson."
I know you're dispirited by the seemingly-brainless work you're doing lately, but I promise you it's worth it baby. I wish serving was more lucrative for us both because, yes, it was more enjoyable of a job, but it just became no longer ideal. Passion doesn't pay. All the best paying jobs it seems are the passionless ones. There are exceptions of course, but that seems to be the nature of the beast. It's disheartening.
So few have what we have, sweetheart. I try to remind myself of that. When I'm down on myself and feeling disenchanted by how sucky the world can really be, I think of how lucky I am to have the gentle, safe touch of your curing hands up my back and through my hair and everything feels right again.
You're right. I do have outlets, but you're my power.
I can't wait to read more of your writing.
I'm off to write up a quick cover letter for Kennedy Center's TYA open call for "Shear Madness." Frankly, I'm just excited to send them my new headshot. I have to actually print and mail this one. The ad didn't say anything about e-mailing.
Also hopefully doing a double-close shift tomorrow. I could use the extra money. I'm taking a hit not working Friday and Saturday this week. Worth it, of course, but I figure I should still try to work when I can. A special someone has a birthday coming up and I'd like to get her more than a cupcake.
I love you madly, my Persian princess.
~your Matthew
Wonderful guy.