“Yes!” is not a word – it’s a sentence.
working for yourself sounds like fun, but are you really your best boss?
Ever had one of those days when everything comes crashing in on you? Where the early seeds of “Yeah, sure. I can do that for you,” grow to full maturity within the space of, what seems like, a few days?
I’m in the middle of doing a soundtrack for a Curtin Uni 2nd year student film, “Shirtless”. Perhaps because it’s music, I’m finding it very relaxing – and rewarding. It’s a metaphysical experience, but I’m half expecting Anna Brockway to drop around to record some dialogue with Mum for Shivering Geoff (right). Plus – some time this week I have to write several doco treatments for DADAA, finish shooting two or three documentaries and mark about 100 student assignments which have just arrived in my inbox. We make our beds.
I’ve been here before …
One has to be very careful of the word, Yes! It can lead to a resounding No further down the track – when you realise you have no life. I say yes when I’m staring down the barrel of destitution, but shortly thereafter I find I’m working an 80 hour week.
