Got a call from the literary assistant today, confirming my workshop for half 2 til half 5. I've been running various scenarios in my head over the past day. My safety scenario of the "potential" speech, the workshop being a "useful exercise" and the advice etc - the more likely one, really. Then for fun, I run the fantasy scenario. Just for fun... Then revert to low expectations of the "potential" speech to slap myself in the face.
It's kinda bugging me that I don't even know if they liked it or not. I know that an invite like this should be indicative enough, but it's making me nervous. After all, I didn't get great feedback from my ex-lecturer. My fellow playwriting alum, K, doesn't put much faith in his opinion as he's old and Ibsen-esque. We love him to pieces, but not his theatrical taste so much. He is a good teacher and I developed so much while at Uni. I have wondered whether that would've happened without university, but just by maturing. I've come to the conclusion that Uni just greatly accelerated and honed skills which I might have taken a decade or so to come round by myself. Maybe. Ive always been a very good self-taught pupil. It's a shame I lack discipline.
Ah well. Only 7 more sleeps til the day.
In addition, I'm trying to figure out whether one of the temps at work is a dirty homosexual. Not because I fancy her - I'm just nosy. There have been a few indicators. First day, she was talking about Angelina Jolie films and how much she's her favourite actress. Angie is a fantastic actress, and she would be fantastic even if she wasn't so bloody hot. But the question I pose is: Is it possible to have huge love for a great actress that just oozes fuckability in everything she does - like Angelina? That could just be me though, having mooned over her for 7 years now...
Anyway, I'll probe further. My gaydar is just awful. I'm really only good at "ten footers" and they're obvious to blind people.
To finish: An inaccurately paraphrased House quote which in no way follows the whiny theme of this entry - If you think someone else's life is more important than yours, then stamp your donor card and kill yourself.
I just thought it was funny.