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Jun. 16th, 2004 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holly_evolvingI had a dream this morning. It was, much like reality, a bright, hot, humid day, early in the morning (just after sunrise, I'd say) and Craig and I were driving down the shore. It had to have been set in the future, because we were in his truck and he was driving. We were talking about singing, and I busted out a bit of "Lily's Hazel Eyes" (or whatever the actual title is.) Influences: the weather. My odd sleeping patterns. Being reminded of how much I love The Secret Garden. My frustrations at the effect my allergies have been having on my singing.
I really miss just sitting in a practise room at Westminster with Jim and rocking out for an hour or two. I don't often get to work on that level...too bad for me that I still want to be a rock star. I've had a few people offer to help me improve my singing, but nothing ever comes of it. Everyone's so busy lately.
My legs HURT. I seriously need to figure out how to alter my diet so I recover faster. I also need to sleep longer and stretch more. I can see the latter happening, but not the former.
So this news article I've been preparing...Chris has been helping me a lot, and I doubt I could do it without him. Tom has been the opposite. He's making it harder. His ideas are incoherent, and he often tells me to include something I already have. There is a REASON I'm working with Chris until we're satisfied before I pass the results on to Tom--I may not be a journalist, but I have Chris in my corner now. And Tom doesn't know how to write. Period. I am becoming very frustrated. My job has become this:
Do what Tom wants me to do, using his parameters which will prevent me from accomplishing anything. What I really have to do, then, is come up with something good using the help and guidance of people who know how to do this sort of thing, and then convince Tom that it was all his idea.
I HATE having to do such backwards work. WHY can't this just be straightforward? Tom seems surprised that he has more life experience than I do. I'm 23 and he's 50!!!!! Hello?
I seriously want to snuggle up with a good book, some milk and oreos, and Craig, in a nice air-conditioned room with a big bed and a blanket. Maybe I could give Bridget some oreo...
I have to climb the stairs again. To pay for my lunch. I am so very very hungry that I will not grumble out loud about it. But here...
*whimper* Stairs?
Platypus
I really miss just sitting in a practise room at Westminster with Jim and rocking out for an hour or two. I don't often get to work on that level...too bad for me that I still want to be a rock star. I've had a few people offer to help me improve my singing, but nothing ever comes of it. Everyone's so busy lately.
My legs HURT. I seriously need to figure out how to alter my diet so I recover faster. I also need to sleep longer and stretch more. I can see the latter happening, but not the former.
So this news article I've been preparing...Chris has been helping me a lot, and I doubt I could do it without him. Tom has been the opposite. He's making it harder. His ideas are incoherent, and he often tells me to include something I already have. There is a REASON I'm working with Chris until we're satisfied before I pass the results on to Tom--I may not be a journalist, but I have Chris in my corner now. And Tom doesn't know how to write. Period. I am becoming very frustrated. My job has become this:
Do what Tom wants me to do, using his parameters which will prevent me from accomplishing anything. What I really have to do, then, is come up with something good using the help and guidance of people who know how to do this sort of thing, and then convince Tom that it was all his idea.
I HATE having to do such backwards work. WHY can't this just be straightforward? Tom seems surprised that he has more life experience than I do. I'm 23 and he's 50!!!!! Hello?
I seriously want to snuggle up with a good book, some milk and oreos, and Craig, in a nice air-conditioned room with a big bed and a blanket. Maybe I could give Bridget some oreo...
I have to climb the stairs again. To pay for my lunch. I am so very very hungry that I will not grumble out loud about it. But here...
*whimper* Stairs?
Platypus
