I think people must think I am bi-polar from reading these. I'm really not. Everyone has good and bad and discouraging days, particularly when they are unemployed. I just write about it in great detail so I get you all worried. Believe me, I'm mighty well adjusted for an artist. Money and jobs are shit but not impassable. I'm just trying to document what is going on inside my head as truthfully as possible.
Back to it.
I began the day by recording a voice over. My boyfriend is doing sound design for a show for the comedian Claire Hooper which opens Thursday. They have worked together so often that she is very comfortable giving him four days warning, knowing that he works well under pressure. He broached the subject with me thus: 'Do you think you could record a voice for me? Its just that you sound like a stressed out GPS which is exactly what we need.' Rad.
I went home and read through comments on my DD. Some were very emotional and made me question why I had written 'Let Smiling Dogs Lie' in that style. Then I remembered: I had been aiming to write in the style of a picture book but with a subtle, adult message. I sat and stared at the screen for a good ten minutes, wondering how I could have forgotten this and then picked up my phone and called an Adelaide-based artist. I told her about the concept and asked if she was interested in collaborating on a picture book with me. She was interested so I sent her the text.
I then turned my mind back to 'How to make money'. A grant. A writer in residence grant with the ABC to write a radio play, to be precise. I did a bit of research and then wrote a monologue and structural map. I stopped and decided that my submission would be strengthened by having a recorded radio play to submit with it. I returned to a script I had started back in December, finished it off, put a call out for some actors, called the boyfriend and asked him to record it for me (dating a sound designer has its advantages) and sat back feeling please. I actually think it is one of my better scripts to date.
My last task of the day was to edit the youtube cabaret. I went to Jeff's house, ate too much food and spent about five hours perched beside him whilst we edited. It killed my brain. Hence the brisk language in this update.
I have no idea what to wear to this job interview tomorrow morning. Whatever I wear, I always look like a arty freak.
Listening to: Sondhiem 'You could drive a person crazy'
Reading: Application guidelines for a writer's grant
Drinking: A lot of water