So, anyone with half an ounce of sense probably could have looked at the "angry" entry and told me it would work out all right. Ounces of sense are in short supply on four hours sleep, though.
It turned out fine. I'll post the link when the show goes up, and you can judge for yourself. The essay went over pretty well, and I didn't throw up (a very real possibility at one point) and although it wasn't the most fantastic essay ever written by anyone, it was entertaining and made a very nice bridge between the two guests on the show. (Well, three guests - a duo was interviewed together.) I ended up quoting the first guest, nearly verbatim, since I'd taken a class from him, and then the duo that went afterwards ended up quoting me in their interview! It made for a very cohesive evening.
I actually enjoyed performing the essay, which is crazy, because for two days it made me sick. Now I'm thinking about writing and performing more, which is also crazy because I clearly turn into a harridan/insane person/bitch from hell/lacking any smidgen of self-confidence during the writing process. No, not during the writing as much as the critique/revising process.
But you tend to forget the pain of the creation and focus on the end result, right? Isn't that what happens when women give birth? I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing...
I can't believe I went from feeling like I'd been kicked repeatedly to such a happy buzz of success that I am thinking about finally writing my one woman show, but somehow it niggles at the back of my mind.
I guess I'd better get through the holidays first.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Angry
I am exhausted from going to bed at two and getting up for the gym at 6. But I'm also angry at my sweetheart, and I'm not sure exactly how this is going to pan out.
The crux of the matter is an essay I wrote. My pumpkinhead produces an interview radio show about Chicago theatre (The Callback) and each week the show features a ten minute personal essay about whatever topic or theme that week's guests are discussing. Usually the essayist has a week or two to write an essay, have it critiqued, and re-write it.
I've had 36 hours. Three separate people have given me feeback, all more than once on more than one draft. I've torn this thing to Tuesday and back. I have to read this *(^&^$^*% essay in front of people tonight, all four and a half pages, and I have lost any conviction I ever had in it. Plus, three to four hours of sleep doesn't help with confidence.
And I'm furious at my boyfriend for going all stern and "professional" at 2 o'clock in the bloody morning when I was beyond frustrated.
Anyway. Interested in the Callback? Want to hear me fail miserably? Check out the following to listen to the shows. Mine won't be up for a while, but it will give you an idea. www.callbackchicago.com (I can't get this stupid link thing to work today.)
The crux of the matter is an essay I wrote. My pumpkinhead produces an interview radio show about Chicago theatre (The Callback) and each week the show features a ten minute personal essay about whatever topic or theme that week's guests are discussing. Usually the essayist has a week or two to write an essay, have it critiqued, and re-write it.
I've had 36 hours. Three separate people have given me feeback, all more than once on more than one draft. I've torn this thing to Tuesday and back. I have to read this *(^&^$^*% essay in front of people tonight, all four and a half pages, and I have lost any conviction I ever had in it. Plus, three to four hours of sleep doesn't help with confidence.
And I'm furious at my boyfriend for going all stern and "professional" at 2 o'clock in the bloody morning when I was beyond frustrated.
Anyway. Interested in the Callback? Want to hear me fail miserably? Check out the following to listen to the shows. Mine won't be up for a while, but it will give you an idea. www.callbackchicago.com (I can't get this stupid link thing to work today.)
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