What a week!
I'm so grateful this ended up not being a bonkers week at work, because a bonkers week at work plus ALL THE PROCHOIR RECORDINGS, plus technical issues with this week's hymn file for my church gig, plus having 2 days to write the first huge scene of the theatre camp musical, plus two 2-hour camp meetings, plus 1 day to integrate suggested edits into the musical, would have added upt to WAAAAY TOO MUCH. As it is, it was was only "too much," but I made it, limping over the finish line though I may be.
Mr. 42 is on his way home from work and is picking up delectable comestibles from the pub on the way, the dogs and I had a lovely and lengthy neighborhood ramble that wasn't too hot and sunny because the June Gloom never really burned off for long, and my goal for this evening is to relax (but not too much) so I can be a good participant in filming this week's church service tomorrow morning. No idea if any of the theatre campers are going to take advantage of my and the other counselors' offer to help them write stuff for their individual/small group projects (due Monday), the content of which will determine how the final scene of the show will go. They are smart and creative, but it all depends on how much creation they're comfortable doing. I was also strongly encouraged by the powers that be to let another counselor who has written the show in previous years have a more active role in making the rest of the show (I pretty much created the concept and characters and wrote the whole opening scene by myself), which is 10000000% fine by me. I found out this week what they're paying me to be part of this camp, and I'm pretty freaking stoked. It's the most I've ever made on anything one thing I've written, at least up front. Still, the hours involved are not insignificant, especially over the space of a month, but at least it's all hours I can do from the comfort of my home. The distance of the host church to my home/work and the usual schedule of their theatre camp would otherwise preclude my in-person participation, so this is hay I shall make while the sun shines (or the June glooms).
In other news, I had a fun idea-bouncing session with my writer friend SS, whose work I've edited in the past and whom I like an awful lot. She's working on a sword-and-sorcery fantasy novel, and the two of us share a somewhat twisted creative sensibility, so I'm excited she's come to me for idea bouncing. And even moreso that she's writing again, after a work-enforced hiatus! I will probably ask her to return the favor once I'm out of musical-making camp and I can get back to working on turning my incomplete novel draft into something resembling an actual novel. And she did offer, so it's not like I'm being presumptuous!
Right. Mr. 42 is due home soon and I want to be there with beer in hand to thank him for grabbing the food. Funny thing--his paychecks have been way up because instead of only getting tips from working in the gift shop, his employer FINALLY implemented his suggestion to pool tips with the tasting room. So between that and the possible second stimulus check, we're having a good month. I'm boring, so I'll probably end up saving it for a rainy day (or if the leaky en suite bathroom finally requires immediate renovation...), but I'm deeply aware of our good fortune, and I'm grateful for it.
Here's wishing my gentle countrypersons a thoughtful commemmoration of Juneteenth, and sending love to all!
Mun42
Mr. 42 is on his way home from work and is picking up delectable comestibles from the pub on the way, the dogs and I had a lovely and lengthy neighborhood ramble that wasn't too hot and sunny because the June Gloom never really burned off for long, and my goal for this evening is to relax (but not too much) so I can be a good participant in filming this week's church service tomorrow morning. No idea if any of the theatre campers are going to take advantage of my and the other counselors' offer to help them write stuff for their individual/small group projects (due Monday), the content of which will determine how the final scene of the show will go. They are smart and creative, but it all depends on how much creation they're comfortable doing. I was also strongly encouraged by the powers that be to let another counselor who has written the show in previous years have a more active role in making the rest of the show (I pretty much created the concept and characters and wrote the whole opening scene by myself), which is 10000000% fine by me. I found out this week what they're paying me to be part of this camp, and I'm pretty freaking stoked. It's the most I've ever made on anything one thing I've written, at least up front. Still, the hours involved are not insignificant, especially over the space of a month, but at least it's all hours I can do from the comfort of my home. The distance of the host church to my home/work and the usual schedule of their theatre camp would otherwise preclude my in-person participation, so this is hay I shall make while the sun shines (or the June glooms).
In other news, I had a fun idea-bouncing session with my writer friend SS, whose work I've edited in the past and whom I like an awful lot. She's working on a sword-and-sorcery fantasy novel, and the two of us share a somewhat twisted creative sensibility, so I'm excited she's come to me for idea bouncing. And even moreso that she's writing again, after a work-enforced hiatus! I will probably ask her to return the favor once I'm out of musical-making camp and I can get back to working on turning my incomplete novel draft into something resembling an actual novel. And she did offer, so it's not like I'm being presumptuous!
Right. Mr. 42 is due home soon and I want to be there with beer in hand to thank him for grabbing the food. Funny thing--his paychecks have been way up because instead of only getting tips from working in the gift shop, his employer FINALLY implemented his suggestion to pool tips with the tasting room. So between that and the possible second stimulus check, we're having a good month. I'm boring, so I'll probably end up saving it for a rainy day (or if the leaky en suite bathroom finally requires immediate renovation...), but I'm deeply aware of our good fortune, and I'm grateful for it.
Here's wishing my gentle countrypersons a thoughtful commemmoration of Juneteenth, and sending love to all!
Mun42