I'm feel like I'm going nuts, but....
by damn, I am going to finish this fucking story if it's the last thing I ever do. I've broken 35k on it as of tonight. I have no idea how many words I've written, though, because it's filling in little spots where I can see more action or internal monologues, that kind of stuff, is needed. But doing that has also helped me see what/how I can finish this puppy off relatively quickly. Not going to happen tonight, that's for sure.
I've been stuck in Whitewater manning a registration and ticket sales booth for the WI High School Theatre Fest all day yesterday and today. And by all day, I mean 7am-8pm. Long. fucking. days. And a lobby with crappy acoustics and 1300 high school students crammed into it has made it sheer torture. I've had a headache since 2pm today. And even though I got a very short break for lunch and then a break to go watch one of the showcase performances of Phantom of the Opera, the weeping through half the damn show didn't really make me feel any better. I love Phantom, but so many of the songs remind me of my mother and the scene in the graveyard always leaves me feeling gutted. Yet, I'll never not take the opportunity to see it when I can. And, to be honest, that was an excellent performance. I'd say on the level of any professional group putting that show on. Excellent production values, great run crew, and the voices rivaled anybody on Broadway right now. Fully deserved the standing Oh they got.
I did get some writing done last night, though! Amazingly, around 300 words, while trapped in a motel room with the chattiest co-worker in the world. Big heart, loud mouth, bitchy as hell, but a good co-worker to have. She will bust her ass to get the job done. But once I told her I needed to concentrate on my writing, she shut up and worked on stuff of her own, so I could write in peace.
Tomorrow, we have to man the registration booth again until 5pm, but I go back to Madison in the early afternoon with the program coordinator (leaving the chatty co-worker behind), because we have to welcome another group for another conference at their evening meet and greet from 5-8pm. No time for writing then, eh?
Sunday, I'm supposed to man the registration booth for that event from 8am-5pm. WTF? It's 45 directors from community theatres around the country and the majority of them are coming in tomorrow. Which means, everyone will pick up their registration package first thing Sunday morning and the discussion group starts at 9am. I don't need to be there all damn day! And I hope Sarah (the program director) realizes that eventually. Because I have got to get this story finished. I will just have to take my laptop with me, and when things are slow, pound away at the story. Because Monday is the end, whether I like it or not.
I've been stuck in Whitewater manning a registration and ticket sales booth for the WI High School Theatre Fest all day yesterday and today. And by all day, I mean 7am-8pm. Long. fucking. days. And a lobby with crappy acoustics and 1300 high school students crammed into it has made it sheer torture. I've had a headache since 2pm today. And even though I got a very short break for lunch and then a break to go watch one of the showcase performances of Phantom of the Opera, the weeping through half the damn show didn't really make me feel any better. I love Phantom, but so many of the songs remind me of my mother and the scene in the graveyard always leaves me feeling gutted. Yet, I'll never not take the opportunity to see it when I can. And, to be honest, that was an excellent performance. I'd say on the level of any professional group putting that show on. Excellent production values, great run crew, and the voices rivaled anybody on Broadway right now. Fully deserved the standing Oh they got.
I did get some writing done last night, though! Amazingly, around 300 words, while trapped in a motel room with the chattiest co-worker in the world. Big heart, loud mouth, bitchy as hell, but a good co-worker to have. She will bust her ass to get the job done. But once I told her I needed to concentrate on my writing, she shut up and worked on stuff of her own, so I could write in peace.
Tomorrow, we have to man the registration booth again until 5pm, but I go back to Madison in the early afternoon with the program coordinator (leaving the chatty co-worker behind), because we have to welcome another group for another conference at their evening meet and greet from 5-8pm. No time for writing then, eh?
Sunday, I'm supposed to man the registration booth for that event from 8am-5pm. WTF? It's 45 directors from community theatres around the country and the majority of them are coming in tomorrow. Which means, everyone will pick up their registration package first thing Sunday morning and the discussion group starts at 9am. I don't need to be there all damn day! And I hope Sarah (the program director) realizes that eventually. Because I have got to get this story finished. I will just have to take my laptop with me, and when things are slow, pound away at the story. Because Monday is the end, whether I like it or not.