Please Note: This blog is stream of consciousness and might be worth missing.
I'm in the 3rd week of an online voiceover course. It's with a tutor from the London Actors Centre.
We had to record a natural read. Then other students had to comment on our voice.
You can listen to my natural read which I recorded on my phone for the purpose of the lesson here.
I sold two columns this week.
One column is about aged care -- a subject close to my heart.
The other column is about the reality of living with trauma.
I assume they will go live sometime next week.
I found a really COOL screenprinter for my erotic blackouts this week.
It's a boutique business run by professional artists who know what the fuck they are doing.
I received quotes on my pieces.
I have to remove the watermarks and boarders for the screen prints. So I might do that over the weekend.
I have plans with both my erotic blackouts and pornography drawings. But one step at a time. There is no pressure to move ahead of myself.
I had two new patrons come on board this week with their support.
Which means so much to me! Thank you.
If you're interested in supporting my work. Please check out my support page!
I haven't left the house for a long time. Perhaps 4 weeks. Maybe 5. I've been out to the letterbox. My internal issues are nobody's business but my own. I cope with life the best I know how.
I call it 'isolating'. I isolate myself. The worst thing about 'isolating' is people take it personally. They think it's about them. When it has nothing to do with them.
I sadly had to cancel the podcast that I was meant to do on the 14th of Feb. As I was unfit to go out in public.
It may be done at another point in time before I leave for the UK.
But at the moment I just have to take care of myself and do what is best for me.
And right now that is:
Trying to make money from my talents.
Staying away from people.
Drinking red wine.
And planning for my upcoming trip.
I often become paralyzed before major changes.
So this current emotional landscape I find myself drowning in really doesn't surprise me. I've been here before.
I'll get up. I always do.
But in my OWN time.
Aussies get offended when you criticise their precious country.
Melissa George once said:
“I don’t need credibility from my country any more. I’d rather be having a croissant and an espresso in Paris or walking my French bulldog in New York City."
She said that 6 years ago and the Aussies still haven't let it go.
Well all I will say, is that I have struggled being back in Melbourne since I arrived at the end of September.
As far as I can see, every place has it's time.
21 years in Perth was enough for me.
(though it will be always be my hometown).
18 years in Melbourne is enough for me.
(though it will always be my soul town).
It's time to move on -- permanently.
After spending 6 months in UK/Europe. Coming back to Australia has felt like being wheeled into a massive nursing home.
It's not that Australia has changed.
But I have.
My name is Vanessa de Largie.