Can't stay away--know I should, as I've been pushing people away from me of late (completely unintentionally--one of the hazards of bi-polar, I suppose...or, maybe it's just me.)
Well, I've been in hospital for a bit, getting some IV's pumped into me, to treat a secondary infection that cropped up--feel horrible, and I've slept maybe all of 4 hours in the last 28, but happy to report I'll recover. Didn't even know I was sick!
Missed two days of work tho', and I'm terrified that I'll get the sack. Do you know how hard it is, for someone like me to find a job that pays $9 an hour? (that's the equivilent of about 4 pounds 50 pence) AND a sitting down job, besides---few and far between, in my area...even farther between, because even at the height of the summer resort season, the job market sucks...usually this time of year, there's tons of help wanted adverts in the local paper...hardly any this year. Despite what the ignorant conservatives who run this county say, about this being a good year for the tourism industry--I think they should look again...at the wanted adverts...to me that speaks volumes---sure, people are here, but are they spending the same amount of cash? Are businesses serving them, making shortcuts (as in cutting back on staff), in order to make ends meet?
The two-day loss is also hard on my budget--tho' I can make some of it up on Saturday.
In hospital, to pass the time, I took a notebook with me, and jotting down dialogue for a play I've been messing about with for the last 6 months or so. I've re-written it twice, still not happy with it. My plays are way too shallow and simplistic to suit me, and I am trying to challenge myself to dig deeper. It's hard, because I absolutely cannot write--much, about relationships--I mean of the romantic sort.
I've never had a romantic relationship, so it would be stupid for me to try and write about it, wouldn't it? I think it would--so, I'm focusing on family relationships..with a twist. Basing it loosely on stories that people I've known have told me about their families, and not my own family--tho' I think that may be fodder for another work, sometime in the future. I very probably will never publish these plays on the web--unless its on my private webpage that no one knows about (ooohhh, a secret).
The other play I've been messing about with, is about Rene Descartes, being sent by God/Satan/whoever, forward slightly in time, to meet Ralph Waldo Emerson. That's going even more slowly, as it involves a tremendous amout of historical and biographical research, on my part...especially the works by the author's themselves, as, of course, I need to somehow capture their indivdual voices.
These are both 10-minute plays, which is a rather difficult format. I was introduced to it at my 2-year college up the road from here, and really liked the challenge of it--trying to capture the essence of a full-length play in 10-minutes--whoa. Not easy...but a lot less tedious for me, than hacking out a full-length drama--which being that I suck at this particular craft, would be just too daunting for me, to be perfectly honest--if I can' write a good 10-minute play, then I'd be an idiot to try something longer--maybe that's wrong-headed, but it's just how I feel.
Well, I have to go out in a bit, soon as I'm rested. The nurse said she'd call work for me, but I want to be sure she did--I have NEVER in my life been what employers call a "no call, no show," and I don't intend to ever start.
Flamey is feeling much, much better. She cried again a bit last night, and was slightly stiff, but this morning she was running as if the pain never happened, and she's very happy today, a regular little minx.
