It's been a solid week of Excel exams. And I still have another 22 to go before I get out of school on the 9th. Not fun, but if I disappear--I'll be back later when school gets out.
There's a workshop scheduled for the first week in June, my final business law project and a bunch of other things going on, so falling asleep the other day put a crimp in my schedule. I wish I could exist on less than two hours of sleep, but I must be getting older. These two hour nights are boomeranging on me. Last week I slept three nights in a row! I can't deal with it. I need more time.
I've finally, after...has it been seven months? Started the ball rolling on my youtube videos. Once I figure out how to add them, I'll archive them in a sidebar. I like to think I'm good at explaining, but up close and in person is probably better for my Running in the Dark workshop. I've been spending a lot of time thinking about how and where, and finally settled on one of the empty classrooms at school.
I'm usually there and I don't think anyone would mind, although I'll probably feel weird later once I graduate. "Hi! My name is Jodi and I'll just co-opt this classroom, okay?" There's no way I can do all the videos I want in the two weeks I have left.
And, after serious thought--despite my nifty new look, I'm going back to my old voice, not that I ever left it. But I've changed a little. More...uh? Erudite? Nah, not a good word. More...textbook-y? I dunno, more something, like I'm not fumbling as much, but after trying to do that column for savvyauthors, and having a serious case of writerfail I finally gave up and just wrote a blog post. I have strong voice. Not as dirty-mouthed as some screenwriters, but definitely not in line with my chosen genre. I write like I talk, and that's probably because I feel comfortable blogging.
Thoughts running around like a hamster.
But anyway, after kicking it for two weeks, I figured if people liked my voice, they'd come, if they didn't--I probably wouldn't have connected anyway. Some people really like that textbook voice, and I'm not a fan. Funny though. I look at my face and think, "getting old there." I look at my writing and think, "Jodi."
I wonder how much longer I can keep it up before I get hit with the "she's starting to like bingo" disease.