A brunch, which was wonderful, and a schmoozy Telefilm party, which was hard work. Now I'm physically and psychically exhausted. Part of it is my arm, which never ceases to ache. But most of it is that I still find talking to new people, no matter how wonderful, exhausting. It just wears me out.
But all the work continues to be worth it as I get my story out and meet people who've actually heard of the shows I've done. I pitched stuff to producers and directors. I shook hands with gummint folks who dole out the money.
When I get home on Tuesday night I think I may just curl into a fetal position and have to be fed by hand.
I've been watching the round-the-clock coverage of TIFF on Rogers Television. Parties, interviews, press conferences...I'm exhausted just trying to watch and absorb it all from my TV screen, Alex. Your body and brain must be close to melting into a pool of gelatinous goo by now.
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