I have two weeks and two days left until the school year begins again. Approximately six months until my first draft of ‘the project’ should be done. And finally, eleven months until Christmas. Procrastination is the enemy, my friends. Now, if only my head would listen.
The beauty of having regular holidays in my profession is the stack of work to go on with and the countless ‘to do’ lists written on whatever legible surface around the house – I should mention I once wrote a skeleton lesson plan on a table. Thankfully, my housemate at the time didn’t notice before the magic eraser removed any trace.
The next two weeks should be spent preparing for the term ahead. I am one of the lucky few who actually gets to teach a subject I love, so movie marathons and deconstructing camera technique, acting, lighting, sound, editing and mise-en-scene is not a bad a gig if you ask anyone at all interested in cinema. Mise-en-scene, what a sexy word. (I’ll get back to that later).
The problem I face is the mere fact that it’s actually, ‘work’ or paid work. Not to be bogged down in semantics (which I love, by the way) but the devil in my head asks why I should spend my holidays ‘working’. The conscience on the other hand, tells me it’s for the best. From experience, I know the conscience is right. The more prepared you are, I tell myself, the better the outcomes will be.
Given that I am averse to failure, I’m certain I’ll ‘work’ through the next fortnight without too much distraction, even if sleeping (napping) and dealing with a hyperactive pooch could potentially disrupt my (work) flow. Not to mention my need to check Twitter and Facebook every half hour, you would think the notifications system would be enough. Did I mention eBay, running, gym? Actually, distractions are a-plenty. As you’ve just read.
So the solution, I write more ‘to do’ lists on multi-coloured post-it notes, stick post-it notes around the house (there’s plenty already), carry my laptop around (or maybe a notepad) and have social media on drip. In all seriousness, I need a holiday work schedule. Sounds like a plan. I’ll do that after I post this.
Finally, the mise-en-scene mentioned earlier. If I could describe the mise-en-scene of my flat right this very minute, it would be a LS of a cluttered open living space with laptops, hard drives, books, white Ikea furniture and a futon with a basket full of laundry (clean, of course) with naturalistic lighting. The person in the shot is hunched over one of the laptops typing vigorously, drinking Cherry Coke and doing quick head turns to check for notices on her iPhone. She has a rather disappointed, ‘no one loves me’ expression on her face. For such a sensual word, the current mise-en-scene doesn’t do the word justice.
Since I’ve just assigned myself a job to do: create a holiday work schedule, I’d best be going. I’d hate to put off planning a productive fortnight.