today i worked an 8 hour shift whilst my friends and boyfriend went to the river and i ALWAYS miss out on the river because of work. i am cursed. the river hates me. or perhaps the river means that i should stay away. river :–(
SO i workshopped my script and everybody loved it. also my main point came out and people repeated it back to me in better ways than i have even been able to do (that men are generally unaware and complicit in abuse of women). nice. what a day
i generally have 0% confidence in doctors because of the fucked system but i have just been to one who actually listens to what i want / need and translates into practice rather than telling me what she would do, as other doctors have done. what an angel. what a day
oh my gosh when i left home both my sisters wrote me letters and almost two years later i have rediscovered them and i want to die. very very teary
today in screenwriting workshop, a guy in my class said to the writer “if they’re married, shouldn’t they have the same last name” and without skipping a beat I said “nooo.” the entire class erupted in laughter and the comment-maker was silenced in a moment of utter embarrassment. success
hahaaaa, someone wrote on my feedback for short fiction “keep your australian slang in check.” nice
i will when it’s finished and submitted, so about 6 weeks. i might upload a small excerpt.
this afternoon I’m workshopping for the first and only time in my short fiction class. I was feeling mentally prepared until I received early feedback via email from someone with printer issues. he was very rude and blunt about his distaste for my piece and couldn’t find one nice thing to say :—( now I don’t want to go. I hope at least ONE person finds something in it that I’ve “done well”
very late tonight i’ve got to drive to the airport alone. it’s going to be so peaceful, i truly miss driving through silent streets. perhaps it’s because it’s the only (sort of) safe way i can experience them.