Day Three Hundred and Thirty Seven
I do extend an apology for all those who think that this valuable domain name is wasted on my work – I’m in partial agreement. Yes, there could be more activity on my Diary but I prefer to provide content that people will actually want to read rather than plentiful quantities of posts.
So… Aside from a multitude of voice over jobs and screen work I have done, I have taken the last couple of months to just, well, live.
For the past two years, my life has been one great tribute to the life of a wannabe actress; I quit drinking, I changed my diet, I became a workaholic, I embraced the ‘artistic torture’ of living a character and countless other things that resulted in nothing more than superficial vain attempts to spend time the way I thought I should be spending my time. The biggest thing missing was the actual living a life part.
My well of inspiration had been running pretty damn dry as of late. I couldn’t hold a conversation for very long without it steering into the performing arts and relating to film and television or screenplays and writing. I didn’t really enjoy socialising with anyone who wasn’t in the industry and anything that wasn’t directly related to my work was absolute second priority.
That’s no life to lead and I suspect that many of my peers are living that life themselves. It’s bloody awful. And exhausting. And a guaranteed way to insure that the very thing you desire will run away from you faster than you could ever hope of running after it.
For the last couple of months I’ve been acting like a care-free teenager and allowing myself to feel the incredible buzz of experiencing the unknown like never before. I’ve done things that I had written off as completely insane and not only enjoyed them but allowed myself to be inspired by them. The headmistress in my head who previously governed all of my actions, has herself let her hair down and is dancing half-naked on a nearby table.
Every single character that I am hired to portray requires a very full life to be lived behind it. I think I’ve lived 20 lives in the last two months. And I don’t regret a thing. I’ll take the ecstatic, the euphoric, the forbidden, the boring, the tedious and the painful because they are all a part of who I am and they all deserve to be lived in equal measure.
Take a break. Break away from everything. It’s unlimited inspiration.
P.S. I still don’t drink – I don’t need to.