Having promised myself and everyone else that I would try to blog more often this year, I thought I hadn't signed in for a while so I'd better have a look. I haven't written a thing since January. Again. Rubbish. Well, I have written things; just not on my blog. I've almost finished chapter 2 of the novel, and while it isn't quite going as smoothly as I'd hoped, it's a long way from what it was before Christmas.
The Passion play went very well and although it was an interesting experience, it was also quite taxing. I don't see myself doing it again next year for several reasons. One, because the level of pretentiousness went right off the Quince Scale at the end and I could barely cope with it. I just want to get on... unless I am the perpetrator of said pretentiousness, of course, in which case, as we all know, I can be rather self-indulgent. Also though, because after 4 months of working on it, Darren-the-vicar's wife who wrote it and was co-directing it has still not actually said a single word to me, other than ' Yeah, don't make that too huffy' and 'You two at the cross brought me almost to tears'. The former when Disciple number 5 (I realised that Judas had lines so I gave myself a demotion) was turned away from the garden... I had been going for tragically and utterly gutted so yeah, I suppose my acting career is over before it's ever started and the latter when we were rehearsing the crucifixion scene. And that was it, almost everyone else in the room had some sort of reinforcement, encouragement or thoughts for improvement every week and I frankly felt as though I may as well not have bothered. The woman has not used my name. Ever. Again, after 4 months, I feel that is a bit of a poor effort, since she already knew about half of us before we even started. Now I know I am considered exceptional with names and my ability to put them to a face ... but FOUR MONTHS....! The last straw however, was the final night of our little production and as a sort of a thank you gift for Darren-the-vicar and his wife, I came up with the idea of cross-stitching the Passion logo on a piece of fabric and then getting the cast to sign the fabric around the logo. I am not going to go into the time it took to design my own pattern and then actually create the thing but I'll say it took effort and leave it at that. I didn't want to hand it over personally or have them know who had done it, I think because subconsciously, I knew I'd be disappointed in the reaction... Anyway, having told the chap playing Jesus that I wanted to remain anonymous, I thought that would be enough. It wasn't; they asked. Someone told them. Which was fine. Over the general melee Darren-the-vicar did catch my eye and say thank you but from Anne... absolutely nothing. Perhaps I expect way too much of people, I don't know. But if someone had gone to the trouble of handcrafting something for me, even if I hated it, I'd damn well make the effort to thank them personally. So. Last straw. Handbags at dawn. Mel says she thinks that Anne thinks I am in love with her husband which is so funny I spat out my tea when I read the text in which she suggested it... Seriously, I do not protest too much, I have my eye on someone with much better musical taste...