Tracks to Clementine

Who Needs a Village When You've Got Ballard?

You know what feels good? Yes, that, but also meetings at pubs with potential vendors.

Y'know, like the sort you're trying to convince to let you rent their space for a wedding reception except that all conversation prior to the meeting referred to a "private event" and you signed yourself in connection to theatre and not a wedding. But then you go to a pub and pretty much just talk for two hours about art and its practical workings in Seattle with about ten minutes of shop talk tossed in (including an offer for a rental amount on my part that was not poo-pooed).

I tell you, any meeting that ends with a hug and the term "kiddo" used liberally sounds like something good will come of it all, no matter what that might be.

Upon second reading, not every meeting that ended that way would be good. But this one was. It's yet another one of those circumstances where I felt that all the hard work I've been doing in the world of art has resulted in positive and beneficial results. Those results are typically found in children saying incredibly sweet things--the most recent being an autistic third grader who gave me a big hug after a performance and said "Thank you, my wonderful woman!"--and rarely in paychecks or medical benefits or recognition of skill. But making the choice to be among the rarely-heard has certainly led to a personal life that the me of five-years-ago envied and the me-of-now has.

So, yep. I'm happy. (With or without the consumption of two beers and no dinner.)

Posted by Ida at November 16, 2005 08:51 PM