It’s-a whadda you say, you know?
A combination of multiple stimuli (stimuluses) has lately been conspiring (if stimuli can conspire) to reduce me to a bundle of over-stressed threads. Self almost completely obfuscated behind said bundle. What threads? Thread: Apartment hunting. Yech. After all the house is closing (hope) in a matter of 2 weeks. Must be done, however who EVER wants to move to a new home? Even a snakepit is better than moving. Moving out of this gorgeous Victorian, though, now that’s hard. Thread: Starting the BratFlix festival. That seems to be getting off the ground well. Thread: Managing the Hooker-Dunham and keeping the bills paid. Thread: Writing the prospectus for Susan/Taj’s opera. That’s yet more stuff to do. Thread: Doing the dayjob dance. That’s… well… it just is. Thread: Producing Adam’s play (to open July 6 at the Kraine). That’s going well. Think. Thread: Getting Larry’s piece up to the H-D. Thread: getting workshop pieces up there for retreat work (have heard from many playwrights and each needs care and feeding to get their projects up there).
Yet all is not lost. Morgan Faust, a filmmaker from Brattleboro, has proven amazingly organized and resourceful in helping get the BratFlix festival off the group. The Wonderful Alexis Poledouris the director (bless her soul) and B. Carter Edwards (stage manager) have found us a likely assistant – after my own efforts to find one (on top of all else I hadda do) proved useless.
Yet, dealing with that, I have this messed up kneejerk reaction. It’s like 25 years ago when I was doing the EST thing, and had to “sell” workshops, and did OK but was still 1 short for a goal, and a friend brought me a sale. I didn’t know how to deal with that. How do you respond when someone is just being really nice to you and doing you a huge thing like that? God. What kinda person are you? Do you feel OK when someone gives you something you need… or do you have that flash like me, where you think, “why am I such a leech?” When you’re not really… you’re just a nice person and people want to help you.
Where does that crap come from? Having trouble accepting help from others? Inherited from weird parents, or what? Point is, it IS there. Guess the main challenge then with that is to learn to accept the favor anyway.