Sanity

In a recent conversation with a friend of mine, Codename: HB (and no those are not initials), the subject of working for The Man and stifling one's creativity came up.

An excerpt from her take on it:
"I need my soul to jump up and down with excitement, I want to be doing something I'm passionate about, I need my blood to be pumping, I need to not be a slave to money!"

An excerpt from my take on it:
I hate being forced into the format of JOB JOB JOB. My itch to DO theatre is growing and growing and growing and growing. If i don't scratch it properly, soon, it will consume my soul
and I will be one giant hive, or explode into ash, or wither to dust ...

A few realizations stemmed from our discussion:
1) Sometimes I talk like I'm a drama queen.
2) Sometimes I AM a drama queen.
3) Working for The Man sucks if it's not your field of choice.
4) The independently wealthy have historically created the best theatre. Lotto ticket anyone?

Anyway, I'm sure those conclusions are neither new to myself nor to you and nor are they the reason for this post.

It was the ensuing conversation, centred on coping mechanisms and 'sanity keeping' exercises, which sparked the urge to write.

For HB, music is the path to a firm grip on sanity. For me? Well, that's the point. I don't think I have any paths to sanity left that really work. Conclusion: I no longer think I am sane.

Thoughts?

Oh, and the crows have my head again.


P.S. HB, of course, being such a lovely person, claims to have NEVER thought I was sane.

Movie update - nonstarter

So the short script I referred to in my last post has turned out to be a (temporary?) bust. Kassa isn't gonna do two films after all, just one. I'm really not sure if this is related to a lack of funding or the fact that BOTH the films were originally conceived for World Aids Awareness Day and my script had nothing even remotely AIDS-related at all (Kassa thought one aids film would be enough). It's probably related to both those issues actually. The bottom line is that the powers that be in wherever they are Xed Sheldon's Shell. My script got knocked in favor of a script called Goodaz Gal which has a plot line tied deeply to the killer-virus.

I was a tad bummed at first, but not seriously so. It all kinda felt surreal in the first place. Anyway, Kassa called me this morning cuz he hasn't given up on the script. Furthest thing from it, he says he really really really wants to make it. He wants to do it next year or so, after Goodaz Gal is out and about and has maybe opened some doors for him. Furthmore, he's decided that he wants me to play the lead. Grrr. Acting. Grrr. Anyway, it's a bunch of months away. Anything could happen.

Back 2 da grind. Zombie is me.