like royalty

Sweeeeeeet. Nothing like a royalty check to sweeten my day! Oh the joys of the Heritage bus. Thanks for buying me groceries once a year!

In other news, I’ve realized that I am eligible to apply for a Jerome Fellowship . . . which is something new . . . because until about two years ago, I didn’t have a single production that I was paid for.

Hello 2009.

I’m home sick today quite unfortunately . . . the most I’ve been able to do is move from my bed to the couch. I did whoop some ass today at Bejeweled. I also paid my bills and balanced my budget for the summer. It’s looking like I need to either find a free place to stay from June to July or I need to move out to Chicago, sublet for the summer and temp until fall to keep from going into the red. I would really, really love a full summer in NYC but since my part-time job just barely covers things (and I am committed to it until the 23rd) then I will need to couch crash or pray to the temping agency Gods that they can find me something fulltime and with the most amazing entry-level wage around. Which is dicey.

In other news, my state of mind is . . . I can’t even describe it. I train my replacement tomorrow. My last day of work is next week. NEXT WEEK. I’m leaving in fifteen days. It’s crazy. Sometimes it really hits home and other times it just feels like a big vacation . . . I’m sure saying goodbye will leave me leaky but I don’t think the whole “I don’t have a home” thing will really set in until I am living out of suitcases and hoping for the most comfortable couch sleep ever.

Then I’m also so incredibly excited you have no idea. My first weekend in NYC is already booked with a music show, a play at BAM, a birthday party. A warm, warm welcome. I’m going to play ukulele on Dania’s new album. I mean . . . shit. My new play opens the 15th . . . this is all cause for big celebration and excitement . . .

But it’s wobbly place to be emotionally. Excited! And sad. And ANXIOUS.

Again, this is what I’ve asked for. As I’ve had a lot more time to just sit and think (aka waiting for the bus) I had the epiphany the other day relating to my identity as a writer: part of the reason this adventure is so perfect and will be so good for me is . . . I am embarking on a new story. A new chapter of my life. And just like in any writing process . . . all I have to start out with is a rudimentary outline . . . the rest will come to me, the rest is basically out of my hands anyway so why worry about it. In college my playwriting professor used to always say, “GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Which to me meant - get that Editor Bitch out of the office and downtown to the spa so you can actually get some writing accomplished.

I GOTTA GET OUT OF THE WAY. OF MYSELF. Then I get some living life to the fullest accomplished.

So . . . yeah. This is probably the hundredth time I’ve picked this issue to death, how sad I am, how anxious I am for the future and yet how perfect this transition comes in the grand scheme of things . . . but y’know. Working through it.

Now to get over this cold so I can enjoy my last two weeks!