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yesterday 2ndB was 20 months old. which is absurd because obviously i've only just had her - what else could explain my LACK OF CAREER. has to be bold as is so hideous the only way to confront it is if it is writ large.
oh god it's too dull. yesterday (2ndB's 20th monthsary) i had a meeting with my agent who told me how cross she got when people kept bagging on about R this and L that (two other lady directors who everyone will have heard of so discretion is required). "you're so much better than them" she complained at me. well patently not, i thought harumphingly to myself, or i'd be getting their blithering jobs. however i just smiled prettily and said ahh bless you. which seems the right kind of response. to most things in fact.
where oh where is my work? my agent assures me it's just a matter of being in the right place at the right time.
presumably that's not taking 1stB to pony club on a tuesday night then ( it's not as tarquin as it sounds), or spending wednesdays at the local salvation army doing row row row your boat with 1stB and persuading her not to desecrate the altar with a pot full of paste. it's unlikely to be on a thursday night at woodcraft folk (1stB) even though it is the stoke newington branch. and i think we safely assume i won't be bumping into nick hytner climbing on a friday night at our local indoor centre (1stB again - i live vicariously through him). saturdays would show more promise if the bulk of them wasn't spend at the riding school with 1st and 2ndB - watching one jump in muddy puddles and the other jump alarming fences. oh and monday, we're back there again - i even get to muck out sometimes.
which leaves me sunday to be in the right place at the right time. shame all the theatres are dark on a sunday, eh.
but 2ndB is 20 months and cuter than a barrel of buttons and 1stB makes me prouder every day.
Aah, bless.
oh god it's too dull. yesterday (2ndB's 20th monthsary) i had a meeting with my agent who told me how cross she got when people kept bagging on about R this and L that (two other lady directors who everyone will have heard of so discretion is required). "you're so much better than them" she complained at me. well patently not, i thought harumphingly to myself, or i'd be getting their blithering jobs. however i just smiled prettily and said ahh bless you. which seems the right kind of response. to most things in fact.
where oh where is my work? my agent assures me it's just a matter of being in the right place at the right time.
presumably that's not taking 1stB to pony club on a tuesday night then ( it's not as tarquin as it sounds), or spending wednesdays at the local salvation army doing row row row your boat with 1stB and persuading her not to desecrate the altar with a pot full of paste. it's unlikely to be on a thursday night at woodcraft folk (1stB) even though it is the stoke newington branch. and i think we safely assume i won't be bumping into nick hytner climbing on a friday night at our local indoor centre (1stB again - i live vicariously through him). saturdays would show more promise if the bulk of them wasn't spend at the riding school with 1st and 2ndB - watching one jump in muddy puddles and the other jump alarming fences. oh and monday, we're back there again - i even get to muck out sometimes.
which leaves me sunday to be in the right place at the right time. shame all the theatres are dark on a sunday, eh.
but 2ndB is 20 months and cuter than a barrel of buttons and 1stB makes me prouder every day.
Aah, bless.
posted by spindleshanks at 9:19 PM
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As I've discovered recently, like those annoying shampoo commercials say, it won't happen overnight, but it does happen. As the wonderful things about your kids are writ large at the moment, maybe the career thing is just waiting in the wings for a bit and at the right time (which is never the time we'd choose!) will step out again. It's great your agent has so much faith in you. And it's great you have an agent! Chookas, Spindles!
indeed. bless you!
At least you are still working (vaguely) in your field. I've given up any thoughts of my career right now - I don't even know what career I'll go back to if I ever manage to return!
It'll come. Maybe not great fame & fortune (most of us don't get that), but regulr, recognised work. 20months is not vry old really:-)
I remember a writer saying she had to carve the time for her own work out of the time her family had taken up.
When you're ready you'll do it.
(Er, just don't expect them to move aside helpfully!)
i have given up any thoughts of career and am concentrating on my retirement countdown screensaver. i'm 33 next month you know. how utterly depressing.
*moves some more bits of paper from one side of desk to the other and despairs at the futility of it all*
joulzkryj - the sound of me trying to prise my family off me to make space for some work.
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