Despite sitting with the play every night for a week, I've just been unable to get the longer one written. i write three pages and delete, over and over again. This is relatively typical of me -- I'm a fast prolific writer, but what and when I'm inclined to write has rarely if ever been under my control. So I feel like a heel, and like Jessica (who is acutally doing the application) will be annoyed, but we're going to submit the play as it was performed as an excerpt, but with a new cast list and a summary of the rest of the plot and structure. Honestly, I'm a good salesman, and so is she, and I think this will serve her better than the half-assed results of my battles last night (which I knew I had to walk away from when the Hermione analogy I once gave regarding Justine while I was directing it became far far too apt).
Blarg. I'm annoyed with myself, but maybe they'll still accept it, and I'll have a month to fiddle with it while we wait to hear, and inspiration will surely strike somewhere in that timeframe.
And now to get dressed and not wear jeans, since Kali and I are going to Gramercy Tavern tonight. So you know I didn't wear jeans for about 25 years of my life, at all ever? I thought they were uncouth. I still do, but I'm fucking lazy. absurdly, this is something that constantly, constantly annoys me about myself, that I wear jeans -- I hate contributing to the casualization of society.
On a seperate note, crap people are useless on the NY forums around here. I mean, I often get good answers to things, but I as often get answers that either have not read the question, or propose an alternate solution to the original query, but that solution proves to be just as obscure to execute and is provided without hint of where to find the relevant resources.
In other news, I can't stop listening to London Calling. Is there a better album ever? especially for the matter of fact end of the world?
Got my Law & Order check, finally, which was abour $100 higher than I estimated. Yay SAG. Now if I could only manage to work about 40 more days this year, I'd have health insurance and pension credits.
Blarg. I'm annoyed with myself, but maybe they'll still accept it, and I'll have a month to fiddle with it while we wait to hear, and inspiration will surely strike somewhere in that timeframe.
And now to get dressed and not wear jeans, since Kali and I are going to Gramercy Tavern tonight. So you know I didn't wear jeans for about 25 years of my life, at all ever? I thought they were uncouth. I still do, but I'm fucking lazy. absurdly, this is something that constantly, constantly annoys me about myself, that I wear jeans -- I hate contributing to the casualization of society.
On a seperate note, crap people are useless on the NY forums around here. I mean, I often get good answers to things, but I as often get answers that either have not read the question, or propose an alternate solution to the original query, but that solution proves to be just as obscure to execute and is provided without hint of where to find the relevant resources.
In other news, I can't stop listening to London Calling. Is there a better album ever? especially for the matter of fact end of the world?
Got my Law & Order check, finally, which was abour $100 higher than I estimated. Yay SAG. Now if I could only manage to work about 40 more days this year, I'd have health insurance and pension credits.