i have three minutes to write something, but i don't want to go another day, WEEK, without blogging. i try to write every single morning in a journal, and blog once a week. neither has happened in a long time. my life is spinning out of control and you would think that a person who is spinning so much would be thinner! and richer. but these gigs all pay tiddly-winks. so i have to take every gig thrown at me to just come up with a sum that i can live on. it's worth it, though. all worth it. i love to sing. i'm loving it more than i ever have, because i'm singing the type of music that really fits me, and i can flourish with it. and to have this many gigs in a month? while living in a gorgeous, easy city like KC?
there was a time when i made more in one gig than i make singing all my gigs all year long. but they were empty. no john and leona schaefer in the audience. no conductor who already knows me and respects my talent. no familiar surroundings. didn't sleep in my own bed for weeks, just to get that paycheck. not worth it, unless you hate your bed. but i love my bed, my bedroom, my own kitchen, and my own coffee cups.