Well all, it's been a slice, but it's time for me to say good-bye.
My wonderful journalism project ends tomorrow, and this means I will be sans internet for at least a good while to come. If I get the writing grant I've applied for to write my next play in November, then I will have the funds to turn my home computer into a functional, online one, and will be back online. The whole art’s grant process has a great big question mark hanging over it - it's in the hands of a judges panel, and it’s my first time applying for one.
I've got a huge roster of plays to direct and am launching off into a very exciting yet extremely financially difficult phase in my life. This is the sort of thing that I know I have to do now, in my 20's when I'm young and resilient, and still have the ovaries to be a total shit disturber. Not knowing where the pay checks will be coming from is, obviously very, very scary! Aw hell - I worked two years in a cubicle with someone screaming in my ear, and felt my soul being sucked out, and now's the time for me to connect with humanity and all things beautiful again. If things with the theatre don't work out the way I hope my SO and I are looking at moving to Thailand to teach English, so all the prospects for the future are joyus. All signs point to yes.
While I'm writing this Green Day's "Time of Your Life" has just come on to the radio, and I'm feelin' all maudlin now.
Anyway - you've all been the nicest thread-of-random-strands-of-words-strung-together I've ever come across.
Hella’ thanks to you all,
side_show Melanie