December 19th, 2010

illo me

Me. (Really, shouldn't that be the subject for every entry?)

I started a Dreamwidth, which is basically all the good of ye'oldy LJ but without being ruined by clueless business people who care more about milking users and developing a good user experience and culture, but none of my friends hang out over there. It seemed a bit pointless. Besides, there's no "critical mass" for a need to write when steam and be reduced gently and effortlessly with Twitter and Facebook as bitching venues.

Still, this journal is old. It seems improper to let it die off, so I'm going to now tell the public internet miscellaneous information about my past 8 months.

My social life has continued to be tied to the shows I've participated in. From July-Nov I was in an excellent run of the Producers. It was a great show and a wonderful, largely new-to-me group of people. In December I was in a childrens theater show directed by an old friend from high school. I got to see many old faces. The material was questionable, but the people he was able to bring together were brilliant. It was a well received production and a very good experience. Starting in January I'll be in rehearsals for Guys and Dolls. I have wanted to do that show for years.

In the first half of the year, I took classes after being off for a long time. I've had two major hurdles left, both of which have caused me much anguish and cost me much money. One of these hurdles was successfully cleared and the last one will be addressed this spring. I hope the closure will feel as good as I hope.

I've been seeing someone for the past 8 months. She has no internet presence to speak for, so I won't be creating a secondhand one for her here.

I'm overdue for a new project to own and love. Half way through the year I started a new project. It looked like it had good commercial potential. We found out the people who were going to be our primary customers were going to have to use someone else's product a few weeks before shipping, so it is on hold for the moment. The money would have been nice if it worked out, but if I were completely honest, I wasn't in love with it. Not in love with the idea. Not in love with the product.

There are a few ideas rattling in my brain. It's hard to start, though. Starting is always the hardest part. Ending is the second hardest part, but for entirely different reasons. Ending means that you're satisfied that this is the best you can do. I am never satisfied. I find starting much more difficult than anything else, though.

A year ago I was writing about how my life needed a change. That's still true. Maybe that's a symptom of how hard I find it to start things?