The Bloody Doors Off

My thought a moment ago, as I heard the machine rumbling half-a-condo away.

I suppose I’m easily distracted today.

I’m not sure if I mentioned it before, but I got picked at random b;y Playwright’s Realm for their Script Share programme. They match you up with a dramaturg to discuss a play you’ve written, to gain a better perspective.

I applied with A Song For Rachel.

They contacted me today. My Script Share reader is a literary manager and dramaturg, with decades of experience.

So I’m quite excited for the opportunity.

I guess I’m saying.

Despite the setback with St. John’s Shorts.

Writing-wise, things are looking up.

Now let’s apply the same thing to my work life, please.

The signs point to it happening; I’ve got two clients and just added a third that I basically invoice monthly.And responsibilities for one of them have increased. There are projects on my desk.

I turned down work on Friday.

It still bothers me.. I know that, within a week or two, a couple of projects are gonna ramp up and require the bulk of my time. The contract offered me steady work over a sustained period, and I realized I don’t have enough hours in the day to accommodate. I’ll still take on short-term projects. I just didn’t want to over-commit.

That hasn’t stopped Harold from bugging me about it.

Shit. Now he’s insisting he’s Howard again.

Make up your mind, already.

Fine. Howard it is.