The Dog woke up this morning, took one look outside, and then promptly went back to bed. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it seems that winter has decided to revisit us with more snowstorms!
On a side note: I need to break away from the obsession with purples and blues for a bit. Which means I might need to go fabric shopping this weekend… or maybe even today, since I have all this free time on my hands because The Dog refuses to spend more than a few minutes outside.
Date: March 8, 2013
Location: Apartment, Washington Heights, NYC
Person I would have sent it to: my cousin, Megan.
Music I listened to while sewing: Discovered a “Complete Motown Playlist” on Spotify this morning (I have doubts about the completeness of that title, since there only seem to be 157 tracks on it). It’s been getting us through this return to winter. Curious to see how the upcoming Broadway musical Motown fares. What kind of story will it tell? Will it be a group of actors doing their best impersonations of very famous pop music superstars and “singing the hits,” as it were? As someone with friends on both sides of the stage (actors and designers), I’m really intrigued. At the very least, the music is going to be really really great. We’ll see…
Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: Stayed up late looking for work now and also trying to set up meetings for future work; managed to send out a dozen or so resumes and emails. We’ll see how that all goes.
Should give credit where credit is due. A friend in the neighborhood kept checking in with me to see how I was progressing. As much as I got frustrated (how many regional theaters seem to be doing the same season? how many “small” and “contemporary” plays are there exactly?), I did keep at it… just because he would have mocked me and also because he reminded me that I shouldn’t let my father’s disapproval end my career.
Another friend called for a weekly check-in. Nice to know he’s also experienced similar “parental concerns.” (“How very middle class,” he told me, that a weekly paycheck and “secure” job give you your worth.) He also agreed that if someone hasn’t experienced some sort of catharsis while watching a play- any kind of emotional connection with any kind of theatrical event- it may not be worth my anxiety or anger or sadness or effort trying to explain what theater can do; if they don’t get IT on an emotional level, they may never get it in a mental way.
Also got a response from a designer; he shared that it’s just a difficult season in general for many people. He wondered if it’s a question of a majority of the work going to a select group of people. In a way, that might be true. I’m seeing a lot of the same names all over town.
Well, I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
And sending out more emails and making more phone calls today.