I know, I know, this is a fake excuse for falling behind on the blog. But it’s only 80% misleading. Returning from three weeks of traveling — even when you worked the entire time you were away — does involve a certain game of catch-up, professionally and socially, plus the added book launch and play opening. At which, whenever someone asks “how was your vacation?” or, worse, “how were your vacations,” you kind of want to make a lewd gesture. And when someone asks you “where’s your tan?” you try not to cry because you bloody well are tanned (isn’t it obvious?); in fact that’s the only thing you were able to do while you were working the entire time! But you zip the lip, because you are indeed a very lucky girl for being privileged enough to be working in the sun rather than the slush.
The beginning of 2012 seems to be a lot about choices. I suppose I could say it’s about investment. Both in the most obvious sense (a wink and a nod, here), but also where I’m going to invest creatively, energetically, emotionally, etc. Sometimes it’s obvious. When I’m blessed with the opportunity to collaborate with brilliant and passionate people with vision and resources, I go for it. No-brainer. When I meet people who are kind and open and generous, I cultivate those relationships. No-brainer. And other times there’s the underdog investment. You look at the odds, you look at the circumstances, and on paper it looks a little bleak. But your gut says otherwise. It says “stop over-thinking; just go.” I think it’s important to listen when that happens. Especially since your gut doesn’t usually say much except for “Diet Coke, please” and “did you really need to eat all of those?” So I guess, in a sense, this sort of opportunity is kind of a no-brainer in its own right. As in, “shut up, brain.”
On Thursday night and Friday morning I scrambled and sweat to meet two rather difficult deadlines. But I met them. I celebrated by treating myself to a matinee of The Artist. Which successfully made me all schmoopy and misty-eyed. (Also: Jean Dujardin. Whoa.)
This followed by dinner and drinks at Myr’s with writer/director/journalist/blogger D.A.K.. And then today I’ve dedicated entirely to Diet Coke and 30 Rock in my pyjamas. Resting up, because I’m expecting producer’s notes and as of tomorrow I’m back to the grind until the end of February. Two more deadlines looming, not to mention the time/energy I’m also investing in my play, which I’ll refer to here simply as Penny.
Ok, Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin await. Weekends are kind of fab, aren’t they? I should make a point of having them a little more often.
