[ Friday, January 11, 2002 ]
I got nailed at work again for spending more time doing this page than working (which wasn't really
the case, but I won't get into that) so I'm not really going to post anything but this entry today.
Computers In Love
has opened. I really enjoyed it--people really seemed charged by the show I wrote--Jen Quale, our most excellent stage manager told me that it was the one everyone seemed to be talking about.
That's a good thing, but I really like "Sonata For Internet," (Doug Reed's show that I directed) too. It's a weird play, in that it moves so fast that the audience barely has any time to react. It did get a good audience reaction, though, and that makes me happy.
Well, pretty good. I mean, we had some blank stares, but we expected that. But I've noticed that people who see it more than once seem to like it more.
If I had any criticism of the show overall (meaning all the plays), it's that I wish it were faster--but that's a problem that will fix itself during the run.
As for me, I admit that it feels great
that my work is done. I can relax, now...
...and do more work on my next
Oh, yeah. I'm an addict.
Yet again, I wish that this
were the only job I had. I really want to write professionally, and not have to 9 to 5 it just to be able to make ends meet. (Now there's
a dependable cliché)
I don't really want to get too much into that, because it's, well, predictable and whiny--and could easily take over this whole blog, if I really
got into it.
I will add, however, that Betsy got me a copy of the 2002 Writer's Market
for Christmas, which (I only now realise) is one of the most indespensable items you can own as a writer. So now I've got all this energy and and all these tools to go and actively try to Reach For That Dream...but none of the time.
See, last year, I took some time off after I quit my job
just to give a serious try at really being a writer. I was very happy with what I wrote
, but what I only figured out now is that I really
misused all that time.
What I should have invested more time in was shopping myself a bit; try to get stuff sold, published, or whatever--I was working so hard at being a writer that I didn't do enough work to keep
myself a writer.
Financially, Betsy and I are only now starting to recover...but it was both of our choice.
But I did
fuck it up.
At least I 'm at a point now where I'm not as worried that it was my last chance. The time will come again.
In the meantime, if you don't click here
, then the terrorists truly win.
posted by Rob on 12:48 AM |