...from the diaries of an unbalanced misfit...the sweetest refusal I've ever received.
From Bath Fringe Festival:
"Karen, I am very sorry to take so long getting back to you.
I have been sitting on your submission, waiting to see how the exhibition was developing, before I made a final decision. It is now final, final decision time, and I am afraid I am going to say, no. It's not a question of quality or even taste, it's a question of a balance of elements.
You have a distinct voice, in all meanings of the phrase. I wish you success by keeping hold of your distinctiveness. "
The diva in me is shouting and stomping about....stomp stomp stomp. Oddly, I had a strangely fitting dream recently. There was I, in full diva mode, saying 'I must find my audience!' All this done while stomping about. Next, I was in a room filled with an audience and there I was about to do my show. The thing is...I was there because there was a Karen shaped space for me as performer. Their eyes were shining and so were mine.
It felt very different to my diva mode.
So...this is me...on the lookout for a Karen shaped space...where everything clicks and voilà - there's an audience to delight, entertain and inspire.
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