sundries

So this weekend I will finally get to see the movie that got me into SAG, which I may or may not actually be able to see myself in. While the 60s have generally held less than little interest for me, the New York Times loved the movie so much in the way I love movies I'm actually excited about it.

I will also see a production of a short play I wrote directed by someone I don't know.

I will do rewrites on chapters 1-3, and start chapters 6-9.

I will absolutely, positively take time out to write the opening scene of my novel.

I will do a hell of a lot of work.

Also, laundry.

And! We might even manage to get the office at least partially set up.

I have marzipan.

And cheese. Just not together.

Next week I should even manage to get to fencing, as I think these next chapters will be easier than what I just lived through. Thank god. I hate missing it and particularly when the weather gets just slightly crisp and sharp every bit of fiction that made me pick up fencing in the first place just makes me ache every moment I don't have a sword in my hand. Really.

Let's see, need to get hotel stuff squared away for the Regency Ball.

Tons of email to respond to as ever.

And got the best piece of feedback ever on Descensus yesterday.

(no subject)

I know I should apply for this:

http://www.resourcehire.com/clients/WNYCRadio/publicjobs/controller.cfm?jbaction=JobProfile&Job_Id=10115&esid=az

but the process scares me. Which is LAME on my part.

I mean, I haven't had a non-acting resume in YEARS, and I realize this is no longer a matter of digging out an old corporate resume and updating. No, I have to create something new that speks both to my life as a performer and a writer and makes it all look like a cohesive, cogent plan, as opposed to jack-of-all-trades and totally weird.

Also, I'm not sure who to convey or frame my unique perspective. Certainly, some of that comes from the weird class experiences of my childhood, but there's also something else to be said, that I truly don't know how to frame about formal codes of behavior, courtesy and standards that don't have anythign to do with today's utterly repugnant "conservative" "values". I suppose it's called elitism. Now how do I make that appealing.

You think I am joking. I am not joking.

Also, am I smoking crack. Radio? With this voice? Hahahaahah.

Elizabeth: The Golden Age

We saw Across the Universe tonight, but more importantly, we saw a preview for this.

And OMG it looks amazing. Better than the first one. And someone has finally figured out what to do with Clive Owen. His charisma just jumps off the screen. Both of them really. I feel the obsession in my bones, folks.