Yesterday, I
finished registering my work-in-progress dates at the Brighton Fringe next May and
booked in a performance of ‘Now Who’s a Comedian?’ at the Etcetera Theatre toward the end of January, to plug the gap between now and my show at Leicester Comedy Festival in February, thus setting the wheels creaking into motion for 2018.
It felt good to
get back on my feet following last week’s unpleasant review, instead of stewing
for too long on it, though I won’t deny, it hasn’t left my mind quite yet; it’s
frustrating to be grappling with unnecessary self-doubt as I consider my next
move, as any creative person has enough of this to contend with, without
someone else sticking their head around the door to shout, “You’re SHIT”,
before buggering off again.
It’s just so
tiresome. I’m already struggling to face the idea of working up something new
to have to waste time bolstering myself from an outsider’s negative commentary;
my brain ignores positive feedback in favour of bad as a matter of course,
so I don’t need the latter underlined in red pen. It wouldn’t be so hard if
there was a little balance to it, instead of it all being steeped one way.
(Oh well, that’s
enough coverage of that.)
Another thing I
did yesterday was pop to my mum’s in the morning to walk her dog. While I used
to do this regularly I haven’t taken him out for months, so it was nice to
revisit our old route, with nothing to do except make sure he didn’t snaffle up
something bad while following his nose on the street. There’s a lot to be said
for spending time with animals; expect a few paragraphs on this in my
forthcoming Mindfulness pamphlet.
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| Noble dog (above) / silly dog (below). |
