What a week. I worked two jobs and was welcomed into the world of speech and copy writing. Copy writing is not for the faint of heart. Let’s just say, it requires some stamina. Tonight I’m off to review Westwords at the Dancing Dog Café in Footscray as part of the Overload Poetry Festival, which I’m reviewing for Overland. Currently I’m supposed to be working on the redraft of Beat to get it to its new and improved novella status. Am I doing that? Yeah. No. Copy writing, speech writing, reviewing, blogging, editing, and long fiction… and I never did learn juggling at Uni. What? I did a theatre degree, juggling was part of our course. I failed. I never could get all those squishy balls up in the air at the same time. I mean, there’s three balls and I have two eyes, right? So it totally makes sense I’d always drop one. All those lucky three-eyed people in my year passed juggling 101 with flying colours. Not me. Poor old two-eyes. I failed.
So, if it sounds like I’m not juggling all these writing styles well, it’s because I’m not. My hope is that the new third eye I ordered from e-Bay will arrive soon…. That, or I’ll just get better at it doing it all with my boring old regular eyes. I’ll be sure and let you know either way.