<p> That summer you lost your job. It was one of the weekly meetings of the theatre administration office (you worked at the theatre) when you found that you were no longer suited for this job. – We are planning to rearrange the PR-department and unite it with the marketing department, – said an executive director, a woman, whose face always looked as if she woke up twenty minutes ago.
 You began to have that bad feeling in your stomach. You looked at a colleague from the marketing department. He sat straight with his hand on the table, listening seriously. You coughed. You couldn’t tell if that particular cough was caused by cold or if it was nervous. – We are now seeking for the digital-media specialist, who could to both – pr and digital-marketing, – she said looking you in the eyes. You didn’t say anything. Although you saw where it was going. – Maybe we should listen to you now, – another woman, an artistic director, filled the silence with her smoky voice, – What do you think? Do you see yourself in this position? She is a woman who has this magnetic power of both – beauty and smartness. You were always afraid of her. – I am not sure yet. – You must have said something nonsense. – Where do you see yourself in five years then? – she asked it as if you two were alone in the room.
 – In writing. I want to write plays myself. The artistic and the executive directors exchanged confused glances. The rest of the meeting you remembered vaguely. </p> [[Maybe your cried]]<p>The party was great fun. Everybody danced to your dance music and cried to your cry music. You met your colleague’s friend, who is a contributor to a small internet media, and she encouraged you by saying: – Writing is definetly what you could do for a living! You thought you did some kind of networking and now you can drink more. Your college, who said nothing at the meeting, got really drunk. He was apologizing for an hour but the music was loud and you were not listening. You just said: – It’s OK. And deep inside it was. You wake up the next morning exhausted but excited about your new life. Now you are going to the [[kitchen]] to get some coffee.</p><p>The party was, well, boring like any other party. Many people asked you why you are leaving. Long story short: you decided to move on. You met your colleague’s friend, who is a contributor to a small internet media, and she encouraged you by saying: – Writing is definetly what you could do for a living! Everyone wished you good luck and a your best friend at work gave you a goodbye hug. You returned home drunk and alone but satisfied. You wake up the next morning exhausted but excited about your new life. Now you are going to the [[kitchen]] to get some coffee.</p><p>The kitchen is your special place. It’s a small square of your rental loft with white tile and a shabby wooden table, that you’ve found in thrift store one day. Here you can find anything you need: a [[filter]] for making coffee, your [[laptop]] (since now the kitchen is also your working place!) and [[a fridge]]. </p> [[Inbox (2)]] <img src="https://koriandrum.neocities.org/2018-10-26%2021.43.41.gif" alt="TooMuchEmails"><p> This is your last day of work. You are packing your staff in a tote bag, while your ex-coworkers are gone to lunch. Your sad song playlist is on. You are in your headphones, so you don’t recognize when an artistic director comes in the room. She looks at your half-emptied desk and smiles nervously: – Why don’t we do a farewell party? You are mumbling something so she explains: – We could throw a big farewell party with wine and music. You could be DJ, would you be DJ? You are thinking for a second whether to [[accept]] or to [[refuse]] this generous offer. </p> <p> You’re making yourself a coffee and the smell is overwhelming.</p> <img src="https://koriandrum.neocities.org/2018-10-26%2021.48.09.gif"><p> Hummus, bacon, cheese...eggs. What else? </p> <img 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<p>From: somebody@gmail[dot]com Subject: Work in the city garden! Dear You, I am writing to you because some time ago you subscribe to our newsletter of part-time jobs. This weekend we have a fabulous opportunity for you to work in the city garden. You will need to help people, who are participating in the Best Gardener Contest. The event will only take part for two days. Let us know if you are interested. Best regards, Coordinator of the Best Gardener Contest [[Yes, I am interested.]] [[Thank you, I would like to come.|Yes, I am interested.]] </p><p> They got back to you almost immediatly. Seems like nobody wants to work for them, but you are brave enough to do it. Although the idea of wearing a city gardener uniform doesn’t sound appealing for you, they pay some money (which you really need). So your work will start on [[Saturday]]. </p><p> It’s chilly. You are rushing to the metro station. The city smells like a spoiled cabbage pie. You realize that you dressed too cold for this October weather, but you have no time to go home to change. You are entering the metro station and suddenly you see an old theatre friend coming from the entrance. You don’t remember his name, but you know that he is a director. – Hey! – he smiles intensivly. – How are you? – you are glad to see his face – kind and comforting in its familiarity. He is telling you that he won a grant and he is doing a play in one of the city theatres. You feel jealous, but in a healthy way. – Wait, are you a writer? – Kinda. – mumble you, while you actually are. – I’m looking for a writer to that project right now. Tell me if you’re interested. [[– I guess I am.]] </p><p> So he tells you that he needs somebody to help with the play. – If you are interested, you can come tomorrow to the rehearsal. – Yea, sure, I will. – you forgot that you have this garden job tomorrow. Later today he sends you an invitation to the Facebook group of the project crew and you realize that the guy’s name is Tim. The job at the garden bores you. You are surrounded by people who are very enthusiastic about plants, you saw one woman even talking to her hibiscus. You could write to Tim that you will [[join them on the rehearsal next week]] or [[skip the second day of work]]. </p><p> [[OK. No problem.|kitchen]] That’s what he replied. </p><p> You feel like it was worth it. You meet the actors and they turned out to be cool. You are supposed to write a play in a cooperation with them and the director. They even will pay you some money, but it will be after the premiere. You are doing a show on uncertainty, it will be something engaging the audience or even site-specific. You were sharing your own experiences and stories. That’s a magical part of theatre – how you can make art collectively. It’s especially priceless for writers, that are tent to spend most of their time alone and isolated. </p> <a> <img src="https://koriandrum.neocities.org/2018-10-27%2022.33.20.gif"</a> [[Next]]<h1>Two months later</h1> <p> You are sitting at home, rewriting draft after draft. The premier is in a week. The play isn't polished yet. You just want to teleport to the time in the future when everything will be done, or to the time in the past, before you agreed to do it. It’s 5 a.m. Three hours before you need to submit the new version of the play. You found yourself [[watching satisfying videos on YouTube]].</p><html> <body> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/WD6fpY5im4A" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen></iframe> </body> </html> </body> </html> </body> </html> <p> [[Get back to work|Back]]</p> <p><em>When I entered the auditorium I already knew what to expect. It was similar to my privios job. I used to write announces and press-realizes for all shows and besides being the first to know about a forthcoming premier and shaking hands with the directors, it has its own disadvantages – you can never really enjoy the show. The theatre is all about experience, and what I was only able to experience is the constant for one hour and a half deja-vu. But that time [[it was different]].</em></p> <p><em>The audience was given notebooks and offered tea and coffee as they entered the auditorium. Actors were wearing grey suits with the pink shirt under it. They played business coaches and they were really good at that. They were walking on the stage, giving a talk of how to fight a feeling of uncertainty that is called a ‘Shitmonster’. I was thinking about the dream I had recently. In that dream I bought a new coffe mug – pink and fancy. When I woke up I went to the kitchen and eventually found there only my old mugs and caps. I got this feeling of disappointment that I used to have when I was a kid and had dreams about huge Christmas presents like a house build from chocolate or a dog. – Now, we are moving to the step three. What I ask you to do is to write down your future worries, – a sweet well-rehearsed voice woke me up from my thoughts, – You can start with the simple ‘I will worry about’. A sound of shuffling papers was raising in the room. Although I did it thousands times, I opened my notebook and wrote: I will worry about… · money
 · my health

 · my wisdom teeth

 · that my short stories will never [[get published| THE END]]</em></p><img src="https://koriandrum.neocities.org/%D0%A1%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%BC%D0%BE%D0%BA%20%D1%8D%D0%BA%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%B0%202018-10-27%20%D0%B2%2023.13.32.png" alt="Credits"> <p>The Writer’s Journey written by Arina Koriandr</p> <p>© All gifs are from <a href="so-gif-me.tumblr.com">so-gif-me.tumblr.com</a></p> <p>ANY REFERENCE TO LIVING PERSONS OR REAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL</p> [[Read again|Freelance Quest]]