Yeah, so, I got a job. A part-timer and it's seriously crimping my style! I haven't done a lot since and here's why:
I have to wake up early and, being an artist, I stay up late. So I'm tired a lot. Here's what I haven't been up to since I started working:
Surfing
Actually, I've been surfing on weekends. Who are all those people and why doesn't the cold water keep them away? It's actually dangerous out there on weekends. I much prefer Tuesday and Wednesday at about 9:15 a.m.
Farting around online
I think this is OK.
Submitting
Plays to the various festivals and theatres I find on my online playwright's listserve. Also not submitting myself on the various acting lists I PAY FOR! Now I don't have the time to audition. The trade off is that I can pay the mortgage...
Loving
Having to make appointments is... Well it's great actually. Forget that one...
Blogging
Or haven't you noticed?
Writing
Probably the worst of it is that my output in the terms of letters, words, paragraphs, chapters and scenes is woefully down. the upshot is that my job is easy and I have been doing a lot of dreaming the parts. I'm supposed to finish a book (50 pages give or take to to) and write a play. They're both banging around in my head and I don't yet think it's time to get them out.
Staying up late
But, when it's time, I'll be up late writing. Exciting in the extreme, except for when I have to wake up for work before dark, before the cats demand their food, even.
