Working

It's nice to have something to do.

I'm in rehearsals again! I can't believe I'm getting paid to write and play with my friends.

I could do this all the time.

Maybe someday I will.

Days Go By

I have a lot of time on my hands these days and I'm not sure what to make of it.

Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I really thought I'd have a job by now.

I would have a job by now actually if it weren't for the acting gig I have for the next two weeks that takes me out of the employable sphere anyway. The business is still looking for help. Maybe I'll reapply in February.

But still. Lots of time right now and I don't know what to do with it.

I should be writing. Working on novels or plays or journals. Blogging. Doing something creative. Taking up the violin again. The only productive thing I've managed to do consistently since January 1st is do yoga.

I've thought about becoming a yoga instructor. Maybe next year.

I am writing, actually. Just started in earnest this week, challenged by S. who just finished working with a woman who writes a one-act every month. I decided I could do that. Pump out a first draft every month? Why not? This first draft will be done by Friday evening. I hope. All I can say is so far, so good.

I do also have another audition. That makes three this year. One isn't set yet but it's the one I'm most excited about. Three weeks into the New Year, three auditions. I'm pleased.

Broke, but pleased.

This time is a bit of an exercise in faith, and humility, and more faith. But it's okay so far. So far I've only had two minor panic attacks and I've been able to reroute my panic into more productive activities, like writing marketing outlines and press releases. Or not so productive activities such as turning on the XBox and killing as many zombies as possible in an hour.

At least I can take comfort in the fact that when the zombie apocalypse comes along and renders the world of money and gainful employment obsolete I will be somewhat prepared.

Until then though. Until then.

I Just Have To Say

I think I'm in love with Starbuck - Kara Thrace, from Battlestar Galactica, not the coffee.

There.

I said it.

Now you'll never know which S. I'm referring to in my posts.

Nothing Much To Say

Christmas was a nice break from reality.

The other day I was thinking and realized that in the full calendar years since graduation, I have had more than one acting gig every year.

It's only been two years, but still.

Last year: 2 gigs. 1 paid.

his year, 4 gigs (so far). 1 paid (the others potential cuts of the door).

This year I also have 2 plays being produced. 1 paid. 1 maybe-paid.

Not bad. Not bad at all.