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Clarion is supposed to get back to me by or on the 20th. Clarion West is supposed to get back to me by the end of the month. Tomorrow is my Harold student show. The 21st is my choir concert (for which I have rehearsals all next week). The 22nd is my audition to get on a Harold team. (i.e., I'd actually have to improv at a professional level and be entertaining.) On the 28th, I go to NYC to catch the last Encores! concert for the season, Finian's Rainbow.
I have no idea how everything ended up in approximately the same 2 week period, but there you go. I feel like one day I will look back on this March and either find it a perfectly ordinary month, or the month my life changed.
Ok, that's just pretentious and full of pointless portent. Whether I get into Clarion [West] or not, I will still be striving for regularly published writerdom. I've already given myself the "it'll be OK if I don't get in" speech. After all, there is always next year or the year after that. However, I'd really like to get in this year. I've also already given myself the "going Clarion doesn't guarantee anything about your future career" speech. Also, as much as I enjoy performing Harolds, I'm primarily auditioning for the experience. Regardless of what happens this month, I still need to do my best work and learn how to do even better. The results of various applications and auditions changes little about what I have set before me.
Still, it feels like it's just about to rain. I'm just waiting for that crack of thunder, flash of lightning and the sting of water as it hits my eyes. Or I'm dead wrong and it's not going to rain at all. It's not like I can predict the weather.
[Clearly, what I should do is marry the miller's son and be done with it.]
I have no idea how everything ended up in approximately the same 2 week period, but there you go. I feel like one day I will look back on this March and either find it a perfectly ordinary month, or the month my life changed.
Ok, that's just pretentious and full of pointless portent. Whether I get into Clarion [West] or not, I will still be striving for regularly published writerdom. I've already given myself the "it'll be OK if I don't get in" speech. After all, there is always next year or the year after that. However, I'd really like to get in this year. I've also already given myself the "going Clarion doesn't guarantee anything about your future career" speech. Also, as much as I enjoy performing Harolds, I'm primarily auditioning for the experience. Regardless of what happens this month, I still need to do my best work and learn how to do even better. The results of various applications and auditions changes little about what I have set before me.
Still, it feels like it's just about to rain. I'm just waiting for that crack of thunder, flash of lightning and the sting of water as it hits my eyes. Or I'm dead wrong and it's not going to rain at all. It's not like I can predict the weather.
[Clearly, what I should do is marry the miller's son and be done with it.]
