And that is not the good kind of suckage either.
All I can really say right now is that casting “Cabaret” is proving to be more difficult than it should. There will be more details on that later.
Plus, some other things are conspiring to bring me down too.
Work. Life. Etc.
But, in Good News …
Dr. Phibes leaves Iraq for good in mere days. Whoo-hoo!
Hang in there, Chas…………..life will get better – unless it doesn’t. (Mom’s words of wisdom for Hump Day!!) And, YEAH!!! We will sure be happy to have Dr. Phibes back on U.S. soil soon!!
Well I sure do miss you guys!!
I can’t wait to be able to relax around my friends; can you imagine how hard it was for me to keep up this professional/tactical/military charade for a whole year?? I need a beer and a crank phone call to take the edge off…..
Oh, my handsome Charles; my charles, my love! My everlasting friend!
don’t feel sucky –
I can’t imagine having to cast and have the dual job of both disappointing and making someone’s day–the closest I get to that is when I read submissions for R&T (where I’m senior editor – somewhat related to director, but not really, but sort of , but not, but in theory, but kind of …shit, whatever….) and I say “yes, I like this story or poem….” and maybe it gets published because I say “yes”…. or no, this just isn’t quite it and probably it won’t get published unless another editor really likes it…..and when I say “no” to something, I feel bad – because i know what the rejection is like– so in the way you know what being the actor and the director is like – so I know what being the writer and editor is like–it’s weird, because you know what they are going through-the actors/writers putting their heart into something, but as director/editor you got to do what you got to do…..
I’m rambling…..
again……………….
*muwah* there’s a big ole kiss from katty poo
PS – your mom sounds cool — I read her comments sometimes and she sounds like a cool mom to have – now, I don’t know-maybe she’s not your mom but goes by mom ? or maybe she’s your mom and goes by mom….
and I really think I am losing it…I do–I think I am surely losing my mind
by bits and pieces my mind is pflitfting away….
Oh sometimes this reclusive writer life shit is just too much! I don’t know if I’m losing it–am I losing it Charles ?- the self-indulgent lonely writer life — where I am King and Queen and Subject of all my writerly domain….where I ask myself and then answer myself, where I drift about the house sometimes just touching things – to make sure they are real and I am real — I am the Velveteen Rabbit – my fur is rubbed off so I must be real, right?
ha!
obla dee obla dah, life goes on ….ahhhhh lalalala life goes on…..
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE