Monthly Archives: October 2012
Sharing the Truth of Mummyhood

Above: a rare moment having the best of both worlds, taken in our hotel room on tour with the fam a few months ago.
I am absolutely crap, as in CRAPPEDY CRAP CRAP CRAP at keeping up with comments on my youtube channel. Facebook on the other hand? I’m a genius. But youtube? Forget it.
But today, I caught up. I always brace myself before I ever check these random commenters’ posts, readying for for the punch in the guts that could just be round the corner. But…the ones I uncovered today – and then sheepishly replied to these many months after they were originally posted! – were actually rather lovely.
This one stood out, re: last year’s home tour video: “Keep up the good work of sharing the truth of mummy hood.”
It struck a nerve because here’s the thing: half the time on here, I don’t feel like I do.
I share the good stuff. Some of the crap stuff, but not really the truth of what’s going on day to day. When people used to say to me “I don’t know how you do it!” I would shrug it off, but now if you say that to me in person I’m likely to actually confess the reality, that I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown when things get beyond insane. But for some reason I’ve loathe to commit these confessions in the written form. So…while I’m freshly motivated but the lovely words of this dear stranger on youtube, I’m gonna share some truth. Dig.
The Truth of Mummyhood: HOW I DO IT ALL.
by Jenny.
1. I cut corners. Often. Religiously. The biggest one of these is housework. Which would be fine, except that I actually do happen to enjoy having a clean space. I find it difficult to ignore crap. On Saturday when cleaning under our bed (only because we were having my grandma over, who has an uncanny knack for looking at my post-clean efforts and saying “Wow, you really need to clean up in here!”) I found clothes I hadn’t seen in months, fluff, cups, a lost DVD from the library and a baby bottle teat. We don’t even have a baby. I had a moment and collapsed in defeat on the bed, while the kids gathered round, gave me cuddles and offered to clean the whole house while I slept. I felt like some sort of bogan Cleopatra. I HATE things being out of order, hate it. But…I hate it far less than I hate not getting any creative work done. So…there you go. It is my choice. And I choose a messy house.
2. Sometimes I ignore the kids while I work. I comfort myself with articles that talk about how the french do this and how ignoring them is actually a form of superior parenting. Then I get back to beating myself up about it. Then I inevitably compensate by taking them out for fish and chips on the beach. It’s basically a cycle of PARENTING FAIL, PARENTING WIN, PARENTING FAIL, PARENTING WIN, which goes in direct disproportion to my other cycle of WORK WIN, WORK FAIL, WORK WIN, WORK FAIL. This amazing article I read recently (which could spark off an entire other series of posts on here from all the thoughts and feelings it brought up in me alone), talked about this concept far more eloquently than I can.
3. I sacrifice sleep. It is not unusual to be still working at 2.30 in the morning. I actually really enjoy what I do (I’m lucky, aside from some of the boring admin details I’d rather delegate, I actually do enjoy the marketing, promo and of course, writing work that comes with freelancing as a performer.) The downside? It makes it really hard to pry my butt away from the computer when I should be. And it makes my back hurt. More.
4. I am a super-fast typer. Last time I was measured I was 103wpm. This is not really a confession in itself, but I think it’s important to be honest about how I actually can get a lot done in a small amount of time. I’m not saying that to boast, just to explain how it is possible for me to get through an absolute TON of works (emails, media releases, show blurbs, etc.) pretty quickly: typing fast. I honestly think it’s the best skill I’ve ever mastered. I am buying my kids this computer typing tutor (the very one I learned on) soon.
5. Some nights we have baked beans on toast for dinner. I’m not even sure what the kids eat*.
*Joke.
In summary, much of the time my home time feels like a gong show, but when I really think about what I want from life, I know that above all, I just want it to be full.
And it is.
Chaotically, messy, disorganisedly, crazy, loud, over-the-top, failure-riddled, at times just plain overwhelmingly, on-the-verge-of-a-breakdown FULL.
But, I know that:
a) this is my choice; and
b) I will NEVER do it all.
And today, that is the truth of mummy hood.
Free Promo Tips for Adelaide Fringe Festival!
Darling peeps,
As this week I have been madly getting together my Adelaide Fringe show deets for next year (so excited!) I remembered this document I started working on YONKS ago (as in, I started taking notes of promo things that I found were working while I was at the Adelaide Fringe this year) as I did indeed, have a rather good run.
Soooo…in a move of stunning procrastination on next year’s Fringe deets, I decided to finally polish off my debrief from THIS year’s Fringe deets! It’s like the laziest time travel experience ever.
This is not a definitive, exhaustive list, by any means. It is rather a pretty personal debrief of all the chunks of promo I did while in Adelaide, which, while not all of them will work for everybody (as you’ll see if you do choose to check it out, a few of them were just good old-fashioned lucky!) but I think there’s plenty in there that will at least be good food for thought as you start making your plans for Fringe 2013. Personally I think it’s worth checking out even if you’re not doing the fringe but are into promoting shows full stop. But it is most certainly geared towards the Fringe in terms of offering examples of doing guest spots in other festival line-ups, etc. I hope that makes sense!
I would love to share it with those of you who are interested in this kind of stuff and have FINALLY gotten my butt into gear and worked out how to upload a free PDF! So if you’re keen, just look over to the right sidebar there and click on the image of me strutting like a ham that says “Free PDF” etc. It should be emailed directly to your inbox within 24 hours, mail chimp working as it should!
I truly hope it’s helpful, us artists have to stick together man! (Sorry for calling you ‘man.’ It just pops out sometimes when I’m excited. Which is often.)
Better shows, better promo, better industry = better for everybody!
xox
Back from the TV Shoot!
I’m BACK!
Last week was one of the most exhausting, elating and extreme slots of time I’ve had in my entire life. It did not, however, get off to a rip-roaring start.
Completely shattered after a ridiculous weekend of last-minute fundraising (I believe my sleep total was quite possibly 8 hours for the entire weekend), when I arrived off the plane at Adelaide airport bright and early on Monday morning only to discover that the person giving me my ride to our first shoot location could not find me anywhere, it was, well, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Almost an HOUR late to find each other, when we finally did, the dam wall cracked and I burst into tears.
Missing the first challenge of the shoot. Missing sleep. Missing my kids.
The guy who picked me up apologised profusely for the confusion and suggested I take a moment to step into the bathroom and wash my face. “No, I’m fine,” I said. “I just want to get going!”
He insisted and led me to the bathroom, where I looked in the mirror and burst out laughing. My eyes were GLOWING RED. Fantastic. My first appearance on commercial television and I was going to look stoned off my freaking rocker.
In my fragile little “poor me” state, I found myself having second thoughts about the whole “wearing a tutu in every challenge!” thing. I called the fam and had a chat and moments later received this:
Game on.
The upside of this little breakdown, of course, was that I got the lowest point of the entire week out of the way before it had even begun.
Because from then onwards, it was BEYOND AWESOME.

AMAZING wine tasting session in the Barossa. We got plied with goodies, then were expected to do a Masterchef style challenge! Aye carumba. Cannot wait to see the footage from that one!

Sleeping in a jail for the night, our TV show’s host Troy Gray set about scaring the living daylights out of me, which set off a chain of “tit for tat” spook-outs involving Batman and Ironman. This was the sight I woke up to that morning. I GOT HIM BACK GOOD THOUGH!
As for the constant filming stuff, may I reveal myself for the shameless piece of ham I am and let you know that I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. I think part of this is that the show’s not a reality TV piece in the whole “give us the dirt on what you really think about THIS person!” kinda way, it’s really about challenging yourself to these adventurous experiences onscreen. I loved that. Love the travel. Love the people. I’ve realised if I could just make a living shooting travel/adventure style docks like this one for the rest of my life I’d be a damn happy lady. Admittedly it was made umpteen times easier by a truly fabulous crew, including these three super lovely camera guys. Seriously, I cannot even choose which one I loved the most, they were such a sweet and professional bunch!
So now, it’s home again, home again, jiggedy jig.
So pumped to see the fam!
So not pumped to see the house looking like a shaken snow globe.
My body hurts, my tutu hurts…and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.
A Postcard from the TV Shoot!
Surprise!
So…it turns out shooting an adventure doco around multiple corners of a state is actually pretty damn hectic. I am shocked.
Blogging may be sporadic at best I’m afraid! However I am updating with photos and various attempts at seeming more amusing than I am over at my Facebook page if you care to play along!
In short, I went through a pretty sooky first morning (combo of total exhaustion and missing my babies) but the bizarre fun of the while adventure soon kicked me into gear. Yesterday I had a moment which was worth the entire effort of getting here alone: I surfed. In a tutu. I may just die happy.
Photos will be uploaded as soon as I can pry them off the producers’ cameras!
Lotsa love from the road coming atchya!
xxx


















