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Work, Work, Work

In Playwriting, The Daily Drool on May 12, 2010 at 6:03 pm

Sometimes people look at me cross-eyed when I tell them that I work ALL the TIME.  They wonder what the eff I’m talking about, especially since I’ve not had a lot of reliable actual employment lately.  Well, I’m talking about my writing of course, and much of my writing happens when I am driving, eating, even sleeping… and that makes for a nearly 24 hour a day job.

The trick of course, is learning to do other things while my brain is whiling away at whatever writerly task it’s consumed with at the moment.

Lately I’ve had a lot more time on my hands, but I’ve been really, really busy with a backlog of writing projects, not to mention dealing with my car, my crazy ex-landlords, and this new temp. census job.  And I’ve found myself swamped with a pressing need to slice and dice that list… I just want to get the writing done!

But this is the task of any writer, to balance the work and the passion- to find a means of managing the List with the Life… and I’m going to keep this post purposely short as a means of balancing those needs today.  😉

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Where the heck is hour 25?

In The Daily Drool on May 10, 2010 at 8:52 am

Time… can… be… MADDENING.  Or rather, it’s the LACK of time that drives me crazy.  I find that the older and more writerly I get, the weirder I become about time and the stingier I get about making commitments.  I’m becoming a bit of a time nazi.  I think it’s because there is this backlog of projects just screaming at me at all hours, so if I have to spend, oh, say 32 hours training to be a census taker one week, and those 32 hours begin at the unGodly hour of 7a.m. every morning, rendering me stupid and barely able to put one foot in front of the other at 4:00, much less form sentences… well, you’re looking at one grumpy-ass Tiff.

When I was in the throws of obtaining my BA, I took UCLA up on it’s lovely student counseling offer because I found that I couldn’t realy manage the stress of my impending graduation and the OBSCENE number of tasks on my list.  The counselor did two really wonderful things for me, ONE, she asked me what the worst thing that could happen if I didn’t turn in the most awesome thesis paper ever for one of my gen. ed. classes.  I thought about it, and I realized that even if I turned in a C-grade paper (unheard of in this perfectionist’s file) I would still end up with a high B for the class.  She looked at me and strait faced asked if I could live with that and I was like (chorus of angels) YES!  Pressure relieved… no one was going to care what grade I got in “The Movie Score” class. And you know what?  I actually got an A on that paper and the class anway, minus the agonizing pressure.  The SECOND thing she did for me was drill this phrase into my head “Can I get back to you?” – you see, turns out I was a terminal “Yes” girl to any and all potentially exciting opportunities, leading my calandar to look like the Secretary of State’s.  I was so over-extended that I woke up everyday groaning at all the things I had to do, the places I had to be.  This simple change of thought (yes, I know it’s kind of silly to some, but for me it was mind-blowing) afforded me the time to actually look at that calendar before I piled another task onto my plate.

And all of this brings me to today, where I write so much and spend so much time thinking about writing, that time can once again freak me out with it’s fullness.  I have to be careful.  I have to pay attention.  And I have to keep things in balance.

I mean, this is the big gamble, isn’t it?  This move home was not so I could go out and get some 40 hour a week job (although I wouldnt’ mind the cash!!) But an opportunity to relieve some of the pressures so that a minimal work-week wouldn’t bankrupt me, and so I could pour those hours into my work, my writing… writing that is hopefully going to pay off and pay me eventually… It’s kind of all based on hope and faith and some creative magic.

But in the meantime, it doesn’t mean I won’t stop looking for that elusive 25th hour.

All shook up!

In The Daily Drool on March 16, 2010 at 12:11 pm

We got a little jolt to the emergency preparedness systems last night with a 4.4 shaker!  Strangely enough I woke up just before it happened.  Lying in bed wondering why I kept having bad dreams and why I couldn’t sleep, when I felt myself move out of accord with intent, and then the blinds rattled, and my sleep-fogged brain jumped to attention.

It was over almost as soon as I realized what was happening, but it sure got the adrenaline pumping… the adrenaline and the anxiety.  “Please, God, let me get out of here before any more earthquakes come a rumbling!”

I eventually fell back asleep to be tortured with dreams of some big “Upgrade” apartment in a high-rise where NO ONE who worked there was of any help at all.  I had copious conversations with Apartment staff about finding the elevators, or the stairs, or about turning in a lost flashlight I had found, only to find that not a single person in uniform had any interest in helping me.  I was full of vitriol for the lazy bastards, and kept wondering if it was too late to move back to the little beat up apartment I had recently vacated.

I seriously hope I don’t move back home only to find that no one there knows where the elevators are.

And while I’m the topic of being unsettled, let’s discuss the Spring Forward hangover that is currently haunting my inner clock- Wake up at 9:30 and look at clock with a grumble, if it’s time for me to get up, why do I still feel so damn tired?  Oh, I know, because it’s really (according to my body clock) 8:30.  Working at photos and emails and scripts till 2:00 in the a.m. with a disgusted “I was going to go to bed early tonight!” only to realize it’s only 1 a.m. for me…. then allowing myself to stay up a wee bit later because it’s “only” 1, really.

I’m telling you, weird and rough Tuesday.  Weird, and, rough!

Thank goodness LOST is on tonight and I have that happy little treat to look forward to.

What day is it?

In The Daily Drool on February 19, 2010 at 10:52 am

Really, I’d like to know.

I mean, I think it’s due to my recent revelatory upheavals that I’m even asking the question, but I am. Asking.  Every. Day.

Because I haven’t got anything holding me to time.  Time for me has rather spun into patterns of light, dark, light… I wake up and decide to get up so I can tend to the… what exactly?

If I had any designs on trying to last-minute get a job they’ve been squashed by the plague that kept me couch-bound for a week and a half, and now the blown head gasket that has kept me house-bound through next week… As though the universe is resoundingly cheering me on back to AZ.

And then today I find out that the classes I’ve been teaching in Valencia have been cancelled.

Yup.

Got the message God/Universe/The Force.

But the days… they’re loosing traction and I’m afraid I’m going to wind up muttering on street corners if I don’t get grounded soon.

(sigh)

So… what day is it again?