This summer has either been feast or famine with projects and labor. I’ve either been juggling a show or a project and class or workshop or I’ve been flat on the couch, watching cartoons. When I’m busy I have a lot I’d love to write but I can’t sit still long enough to post anything. And when nothing is going on I can’t think of a thing to say.
Well there’s plenty to say now…and of course I haven’t the time to hammer them out. Between voice classes, imrpov, a weekend retreat with my fellows at Son of Semele where we were off being creative and more than a little drunk, coming back to a weekend of crafting the next play we will devise, and now a show to stage manage at Open Fist… there’s been a lot of stage-y stuff going on. It’s quite exciting!
Of course, it’s not exactly what I was hoping to do, precisely. I kind of need to get paying work. Like a lot. And I haven’t been pushing for it. Like at all. (At least the Stage Managing gig does offer decent-ish pay, but not until the show goes into production.) So I haven’t been working on auditions in a while; I’ve barely been keeping a feel for VO work with a couple of workshops here and there. I need more than that – I really need a couple more coaching sessions to feel grounded again…and of course that takes money.
Eek. I really get suspicious when people say things like following one’s passion with every expectation that money will follow/take care of itself is totally reasonable or even a positive way to go. Working on making money is what makes money. Working on making theatre is what makes theatre. If my efforts managed to combine them then I may be able to get a combination that satisfied my need for both. I just don’t buy that following my bliss is all I need in life.
Although I hear, with enough bliss I may forget to be hungry which could solve the problem of money for food as well as getting me to lose weight.
Anyway, off to rehearsal.