A Difference A Week Makes

Mood: Sick
Song: Red Alert - Dan Dyer
Units of Caffeine: 3

Last week I was laughing it up with my bro and C; dining on steamers and really good Indian food, followed by a great evening of Twisted Flicks. This week I'm at home, sick, thinking about my thesis project and how I'm going to get the pre-production funds by November 15th. And also wondering how the hell I got to this point. I mean, my approved thesis project was to write a 30-45 minute masque and direct it for an already established Madrigal Banquet. Notice that it doesn't contain the words "producing," "marketing," or "fundraising." Yet here I am.

I spoke with my some members of my thesis committee who suggested that I start selling tickets ASAP in order to help gain the necessary funds for pre-production. This was on Monday. So, I was hoping to get things in order to start selling tickets next Monday. I thought a week was enough time to do that. I was wrong. All I did was just open up a whole new can of worms for me to deal with.

I hate to say this, but I honestly hope that I don't get the funds by November 15th. Then the production can't go on. I can present the work I have and write a report on why it didn't work to include in my post-mortem. I will graduate and move on with my life. I will attempt the madrigal banquet in Seattle; where I hope to get involved with a theatre group that's just a touch more organized. BUT... in the meantime, I'm creating tickets and structuring box office procedures. Again.... this is something that is not included within my thesis proposal.