Focus on one thing. Not everything; that’s overwhelming. One. thing.
It’s cold and wet. Dreary is good word for today. Prepared myself for it and don’t care. I’m still going out tonight. The Zombie walk starts around 8, the parties around 9. My bro is going to a metal fest at one of the after parties. Practiced with make-up yesterday, and found it doesn’t take much to go from person to recent zombie victim. I’ve got to be subtle with my shading. The wound I’m doing on my cheek is much bigger than what I’ve been doing, so I’m planning in 2 hours. Can lay down the foundation for the wound, glue it, and let it thoroughly dry first. I’ll leave out the bloody gore ’til after dinner. My brother does have to be able to swallow, after all – and he’s been gagging at my wound work since I began.
…And there we go: flummoxed again. My bro came out demanding I give him info on internet providers right now. After months of poor service and me griping, he’s apparently had it this morning. However, his demanding attitude made me go off line, search through all the material I’d pulled, talk to him about options for 10 minutes, and finally send him the link to the provider I think sounded best. Even when I try to stay on track and concentrate on one thing, the Universe comes a knockin’ at my door and demanding I take care of something else immediately. It’s not that any of that was terrible, but he made me stop what I was doing and broke my concentration. In moments like this, that’s enough stress to set me off. Sounds pretty wimpy, I know. But it’s more the straw that breaks the camel’s back than it is some big hairy thing in and of itself.
Took the time to hit the script and make some of the changes we’d worked through during rehearsal. L pointed out that scene 1 made my doctor sound more like a police officer than a shrink. She was asking too many questions about the daughter’s suicide and not enough about how the mother was feeling. Changed that. Also modified my character a bit. I thought about the MA I’d written for my character, and wove some of that into the dialogue. Now, rather than just being sad, Elizabeth reveals that her relationship with her daughter wasn’t all that great. They fought over small things. They sniped at each other a lot. The first 3 pages were changed quite a bit, but I targeted where to bring the new narrative into the old and I think it’s seamless. We’ll see how it reads.
The government has made a decision about our taxes. For now. We’re okay, and don’t have to pony up a couple of thousand on the spot. However our accountant pointed out that ruling was for 3 years ago, and things may change as they look at more recent years. So we’re back on frugal mode, saving our pennies to pay a big bill that might or might not manifest in our mailbox. Sighing with relief over our immediate good news. Tightening our belts over the accountant’s cautioning message.
Blogged on the theatre website, updated a few things. Added in a link to my bro’s company; forgot to do that. Began prepping up a member’s page but kept it invisible to the public ’til I’ve got something to really put out there. Remembered to message the director about the cast list. Still don’t have everyone’s full name and I’d like that on the website.
My bro got the teaser flyer printed up: 600 small flyers with a mysterious message and a QR code pointing them to the theatre group’s current production page. I counted off 200 to give to J, one of our members who can get them in Den Haag and Leiden. Counted off another 200 for myself to use tonight. Want to take the time to do that. Counting them. I could just grab a bunch, but I’m trying to track results. Where they’re left, when, and any response I see on the website. We need to know what works and what doesn’t work as far as marketing in this city goes.
Had enough silence from the previous PR person. Wrote to her about a month ago, asking for any contact names and emails she may have for other theatre groups. Even said: If you don’t have anything like this, that’s okay. Just let me know. And – nadda. Began with QETC. They’re the troupe that offered us a group discount to their last performance, so I kind of felt like the channels were already open. Sent a message, introducing myself. Attached a PDF of the newsletter because of the short review/blurb I used about them. Asked them for any press info on their current play and if they were interested in establishing a set discount between our groups. Will slowly contact all the theatre groups I have listed in my folders, asking the same sort of stuff: give me info on what you’re doing because I want it for the newsletter, and let’s get a group discount established between us.
Man! They are just so not ready for me to be doing what I’m doing. I can tell. Still curious as to why the previous person was responsible for PR when it’s very obvious she wasn’t doing much. If anything.
I know this is the push. My first out in this position, the one I prove and establish myself. And I know that if I snag enough interested followers now, the PR part of the job will be much easier in future. Plus, if I’m honest, I’m being selfish. I’m looking for fans of my work and I’m pretty sure where I’ll find them. I won’t consider it a down side if people begin to bug the theatre group to do another one of my scripts because that’s what they like.
Today begins the sell.