So this is what if feels like to be overwhelmed

It's been a while.

I'm seriously considering pulling out of the Short Play festival. I had intended to write this weekend, but instead, spent the better part of the weekend on the couch watching CNN and wishing there was something I could do. An excuse, I admit it.

But at the moment, the fact that I have NOTHING but a brief synopsis written is making me a bit panicky. I know a 45 minute, one act play isn't that much to write, but right now it seems like an insurmountable task. They always say the first step is the hardest, well I think I've tied my shoe laces together, and then poured some quick-dry cement around my feet.

And I really like my synopsis.

But then I sit down to write, and my brain starts travelling in eight million different directions.

Like: Holy shit, am I ever busy at work. Overnight, my workload increased about 90 - 100%, thanks to competative hires from other investement firms, and thier assistants not being terribly detail oriented.

Like: Do I book our December flights to Orlando now, or do I keep waiting, hoping Southwest Ding fares do right by me?

Like: Holy crap. I'm the new director of the Bad Dog Theatre's House Cast. And as the director, the new Artisitc Director (Hi Marcel!) wants us (myself and my lovely Assistant Director, Dave Pearce) to create a new Long Form, unique to the theatre. So there's meetings for that, and then at least bi-weekly rehearsals with the new cast. Then notes after the weekly show.

Like: Whee! We're opening the new Neutrino Toronto show this month, which is going to run monthly at the Drake Hotel. We've been rehearsing weekly for this, but I don't know if the rehearsals will continue to be weekly after we open. Either way, it's been a really fun rehearsal period, and I'm really excited about finally getting to do it for people.

Like: Hooray! Slap Happy has a bunch of corporate gigs lined up (cha-ching!) over the next couple of months, plus our regular monthly show.

Like: Oh my god, is Anderson Cooper actually about to cry?

Like: Jesus, those poor people. How can the agencies in place to help in a time of crisis, have failed them so badly?

Like: For the love of god, just let the person take their dogs with them! It's hard enough to lose everything you own, but to have to leave a loved family member behind to die? It's emotionally abusive. They have nothing. Nothing. Let them take their pet. At least people are trying to help the animals, too. As the daughter of a veterinarian, who grew up working in her dad's clinic, I have an exceptionally soft spot for animals, and to see the footage of dogs chained to porches, or balancing on floating debris, scared and hungry... well it makes me hug Scooter really tight. Scooter's gotten lots of hugs this week.

My brain hurts. I have to do some thinking about schedules and commitments. If I'm really going to go ahead with the Short Play Festival, I've got some major work ahead.