The universe is great, and mighty, and continues to steer me in so many interesting directions. Despite some upset, and some turmoil, I’m very glad to be exactly where I am today. All roads keep pointing in one direction – I need to write. That’s what I thought I’d end up doing as a child, and that’s exactly where I’m heading now. I believe it’s up to me to educate, inform, entertain, and opportunity has come knocking again. One of the things I am most proud of is my ability to face a challenge head on, mostly without fear. This…
Another show is put to bed. I worry that I can’t keep everyone happy, and that the reasons I continue to do these shows with little financial return is not enough for the others. There is so much that needs to happen, so little time to focus, and so few free hands. What happened to the days of wealthy patrons who would sponsor artists so they were free to create? How I would love a simple, casual job that was fun to do so that the rest of my working energy and efforts could be directed at this enterprise we’ve…
I’ve had two hours of sleep and haven’t stopped since 7 am. This close to show time, sleep is a luxury that I don’t often have. I’ve spent the last two hours working with two lovely colleagues at the LOT to dress a window in our store front to promote our upcoming show. Tonight I’ll put on some cupcake-coloured lingerie and sip prosecco and hang with Dante Inferno and Georgie Gates, amusing the bar and restaurant crowd on Ossington while our man props flyer passers-by. Life is strange. I decided when I was eleven that I just wasn’t like the…
I can’t write anymore. I’ve been reduced to the cliche of the writer who writes about not being able to write. I’ve stared longingly at the dashboard of this blog for hours, for days, wishing I had something to say, but the things I want to share I can’t write here. Is anyone still reading? What if we make a pact? I will post every day for a week, just for the sake of posting. Perhaps it will be dry, and tedious, but at least there will be something to chew on. Brain jerky. It will be like one of…
Hump day is my day to sit on a couch and talk about my feelings. This was my second official visit, and the first time I tried to go back to the office after and be productive. Despite shoveling two handfuls of Munchos Parti Mix in my craw, I still feel like I can’t get anything done until I write some things down. Rather than do it in my diary (I probably will hit that next) I thought I’d share here. The key issue we’re working on is Trust. With a capital ‘T”. Today we launched into my last relationship,…
