Monday 2nd November 2015

It's November 2nd already; I still need to write the solo Christmas show, I still need to cast the musical, I still need to write and cast the panto. And promote all of these, plus the film as the première is getting dangerously close, and even as I type this I'm getting emails from the US about screening the movie in an another independent cinema over there which should be exciting, yes? But no, it's not, because I am so far behind on everything. But what do I do when I find myself with a spare hour? I start writing a DIFFERENT show, an act, called DrummerSlut, which won't go anywhere, probably, who knows, but I just had to write it all in one go because I've had caffeine and my body keeps doing weird things (today's weirdness: my chest, all of it, is really bright red). Yesterday the whole 'really twitchy left foot' thing came back.

Accepted a nice 2 night run in London for 'Make or Break...' - January performances, venue paying for it all. This is progress.

I'm not sleeping well. Trying to work out how life will be without dad. I mustn't think like this, but just try, somehow, to appreciate these last few times we have together. Heavy shit.

Went into the office for a bit and now that the other guy is back I actually have proper work to do, as a result the day went quickly enough and the work was mildly interesting. Uuugh. A year ago last week I quit the office job, didn't realise I'd be back in one, albeit for freelance stuff where I chose the hours. All of these projects I do should have been making me more money, really.

Listened back to the audio from last night's show that Paul M kindly sent over. We were on cracking form, you know. Paul mentioned that he couldn't tell later on when we were all having drinks if Emma and I were still in character or not, just bouncing off each other. Good signs for a future show, perhaps.

After stressing about Christmas dialogue, and after a typically tough call home, I popped out to watch Izzy completely storm it at a big, really big, comedy night. She's suddenly got a bit good at this. Nice line-up, the host was someone who I saw at the fringe a few years back and thought was the worst act I'd ever seen then, but a few years down the line he seems suddenly to be a proper pro. Just shows, doesn't it?