Procrastination Central

am finally at the point in my play where stuff is suppose to happen (OMGitturnsoutoneofhersonskilledlotsofpeopleandsheknewallalong: you know, that sort of jazz) and its fighting me. can't help thinking as i write this "but... why am i writing this?" it's one of those "does your writing actually have any worth?" moments and i fear if i send it off to dan with an attached request that he assure me of its intrinsic value as a work of, if not art then at least, english i will meet with the following exchange:

dan: hi.
katy: hi.
both sit down
dan: yer, ok, so i think i know why you think this has no merit.
katy: it's because it has no merit, isn't it?
dan: pretty much. this part where you let two of your minor characters who happen to be gay talk to each other for about three pages in a snarky fashion for no apparent reason is ok, but the rest is just terrible... really, really bad and nothing at all happens for about 4,000 words.
katy: that was supposed to slowly build up the tension for when stuff did happen.
dan: well, it didn't.
katy: hmm... i thought as much. so, you think i should write another snarky gay comedy instead?
dan: no. i think you should stop writing.
katy: ah... yes, i see. well, thanks for you time.
dan: no problem. at least it was only twice as long as it ought to have been than the 10,000 words you initially promised me.

whilst this insight into my future is helpful in that i can prepare myself for the inevitable "get a real job" conversation, it does make finding the will to finish the thing off tricky.


in other news, i can't remember what i last wrote about that wasn't usb keyboard related. iolanthe's going pretty well, although occasionally i have to fight sharp bursts of total incomprehensibilty when i'm trying to explain what i want people to do. am gradually getting there though. too little preparation and i panic; too much and i can't quite communiciate with real people any more. i just expect them to do what's in my head. clearly a happy medium where i'm half winging it is the way to go. nevertheless, i think the scenes we have done all look pretty good, and as each rehearsal passes i congratulate myself (and jo, obviously) on choosing the best cast i believe savoy has ever had.

i also have some new sparkly red shoes and i'm thinking of buying this dress in black for the socities ball since the dress i actually wanted (i.e. this one) was bought by somebody else before i got my student loan in. damnation. not that i'd wear either with the shoes, its just i also have some sparkly red shoes (in sale. hurrah) and this girl in my booker seminar had some last year, and i covetted them.so that's good.

whilst we're talking of seminars, i have spoken several times in my odysseus' scar seminar (resolution number somethingth). sometimes intelligently in a way that suggests i have read and understood the texts/the odyssey, and sometimes in a way that suggests there are only about 7 people in our class and i feel i ought to speak despite having not understood most of the small amount henri bergsten's theory of time that i forced myself to read before giving up and watching charlie chaplin's 'modern times' instead.

finding course really difficult actually but with far fewer people around/no fear of steven morrison's ridicule or pity, i find it alot easier to speak. even when i don't know what's going on because the texts are hard and translated from french.

have probably procrastinated enough now... better return to the punishment that is my (as yet unnamed) disaster of a play. still, big screen showing of pirates of penzance confirmed for friday. so that's something to look forward to.

p.s. i think this is really funny and anybody who married her deserves exactly what they got as this really is the stuff cheap fiction is made of :) more amusing still is that under this 'headline' on the yahoo home page, yahoo (in its infinite wisdom) has placed a link to a dating service. as part of the article. excellent.