Today was a strange blend of things.
We got home from San Jose yesterday afternoon and I immediately had to get caught up with all the excitement about Harlequin — which oddly, usually would mean that I was talking about a puppet. So I wound up staying up way too late to help with that.
Which meant that today I was lazing in the bathrobe, doing some sketches for a puppet gig (not involving a Harlequin) when the phone rang. It was the Portland Spirit, asking if I could come in and cover a shift. Like, right then.
Off I went to the boat and spent several hours on the water busing dishes. Exciting, yes?
Back home, I returned to drawing and now I am sad because the stuff I’m working on is cool, but it’s for a film so I can’t talk about any of it until later. I’m not very sad, because this is fairly standard, but I just always feel dull when I have no puppetry to write about.
So being a professional puppeteer AND a short story writer and published novelist doesn’t keep you busy enough, eh?
If I had to guess, it’s not so much not being busy enough, as that none of the 3 professions you mentioned is known for steady, reliable income.
Busing dishes would be the supplemental income that’s likely needed on occasion.
You are correct, although in the past I’ve normally been a singing waitress for them.
I saw this and figured you’d enjoy it, if you haven’t seen it already.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbNymZ7vqY&feature=player_embedded
That is awesome.