*Leans back, stretches out arms, cracks knuckles*
...... Ah.
It stopped.
Or, rather, I stopped. Or, even, rather, that I made it stop.
Brought life, of necessity, to a screaching halt, after a summer of back-to-back shows & waitressing, and took a week off in good company, did a lotta nothin'and although I've never quite recovered from the wretched Theatrical Plague, I got some rest, got spoiled rotten, well taken care of, and found a new, albeit dull and mundane new job where I get to sit down. A lot. Definately nice for now.
I hung up my wrench. I threw my steel toes to the back of the closet. I broke down and bought a laptop, took a bag and retired from the Dirty Work of theatre for a while.
*gasp* What What WHAT!?
What am I, crazy? I've turned down two gigs this week.
I've felt like the hardest working Tech in Montreal. I've felt like the most in-demand, behind-the-scenes lass in black. I've been the Techie with Presence. I'd become famous without stepping foot onstage in about a year.
They keep asking me to do this thing, because ("Don't undercut you're self, you are") I'm good at it. I'm so flattered. I question the surrender to simply gettin'er done can be quite described as skill or talent in any particular craft, but at least, it makes me smile.
I never for a minute doubted my creative ability. I never once thought I'd have to put much work into the study of creating the stories, getting them down and shaping them to tell themselves. What I wasn't sure about was my capacity to take it from there. And so, I learned to tech and design, I guess. I also thought this'd be a good skill to have should I wind up starving as an actor. Which has been, in my experience, much more difficult than starving as a techie. But I fell back before I lept forward. I went directly to plan B.
Back to Plan A.