I've been keeping a low profile since getting back - stayed in the last few nights reading & net-surfing rather than going out. The thought of going out to the bars fills me with a kind of dread. I've been feeling some kind of unfocussed low-level nervousness about everything - not an unfamiliar sensation, but one I was mostly free from in Melbourne. It's something about Wellington.
I had to say goodbye to my girlfriend so I could come back and get into shorthand classes - transition from bliss down to purgatory. The class are up to a similar level to me - I know what I'm in for so the #$%^ing test should be passable. And I have to find a job, which is like pulling teeth for me (the hunting that is, I'd rather work than not work). And speaking of teeth, I have to go to the dentist for a filling and I've got bleeding gums again.
The enormity of the artistic workload for the rest of the year is rather daunting too - first up there's the Bomb the Space gig on August 3rd but that's only a starting point. I've got a new website to launch, and try and draw some attention to the half dozen albums I poured my heart & soul into the last few years. Then there's the Word Festival which I'm helping organise - got to get a solo set together for it and finish off Volume 2 of my short stories, which I've been working on since early 2003. Writing seems to come so slowly the last couple of years. I've been going with Scrames don la Screan as a working title, but I never did get anywhere with that story about life in a film crew as I still have too much residual bitterness about the industry here to be able to write honestly & openly. I guess I'll rework, distort & fictionalise my account of door to door sales in Australia to round the book out. And after that I've got to organise a 15-piece band to make an album and tour the country. I must be mad...
Posted by fiffdimension at July 24, 2005 03:59 PM | TrackBack