Friday’s blog a private peek?
Thanks for popping in. All set for the weekend’s entertainment. 5 hours live TV. Saturday: 11am, 2pm and 4pm. Sunday 2-4pm. Tell any human being outside of our TV bubble that you are set to do 5 TV hours of live art demos, and they will be dismayed. “What? Live, as in real time? Not recorded ?” “Correct.”
However, despite being asked this often when trying to access certain internet platforms,
I still get nervous when the cameras go live, but not like in the beginning. My way of fear control is to be prepared and to have a plan! The mere thought of turning up at the studios without a clue and winging it makes me intensely tense!
I usually travel up the night before a TV show, to eliminate any hitches or ditches or glitches on the motorways, which might cause me to be late or – God forbid – a no show.
So you see, there are things you can put in place to reduce stress levels, and they all seem to point towards being prepared and having a plan. Like the Christmas Dinner really! Make a list of what needs peeling and preparing, figure how long it takes to cook and when it has to go in the oven, cook what you can in advance, heat the plates, lay the table hours beforehand – then camera, lights, action! Fail to prepare – prepare to fail!!!
Things go wrong on the day – OFTEN ! The overhead camera malfunctions there is a powercut, the website crashes. This is all par for the course, but also nothing I can personally do anything about. So why worry about crap that hasn’t happened and that I can’t control anyway ?!
And when all is said and done, let’s get it in perspective. I’m not making a bid for world peace at the UN! It’s a little shopping channel. It’s a roast dinner. And even if everything is ready, they’re all sitting round the table and the roast spuds are still rock hard – it’s not life threatening, is it?
We deal with it, don’t we. We roll with the punches, as they say. And when I read that a friend had to bury her daughter this week, boom – there’s the great leveller, the one that right-sizes absolutely EVERYTHING that is going on in my life. EVERYTHING. And I cry for her.
I get emotional on live TV sometimes. In the main I can direct my thoughts away from anything which might spark an emotional jerk, but sometimes it comes from nowhere. Mostly I can control a surge of tears by thinking of something absurd, like Maggie Thatcher in the nuddy or pretending I am in the nuddy – that mostly works! But just occasionally, the wave is too strong. It’s not an age thing; I’ve never been any different. And that could be my little girl. And yours.
Forgive my rambling. Writing and structuring my thoughts like this first thing in the morning is good for me. Like doing a mental workout without even leaving the chair! Do you think that’s why writing a diary is so good for the soul? It’s different though, isn’t it? When I write openly, as in a blog, I make a decision to not get angry, not complain, not burden the reader with my load. Quite the reverse. I consider what would perhaps be of use to them. And that in turn helps me steer my thought process to a better place.
On that note, I’m going painting today in the new building. Rather than squander a precious day being a robot, ticking boxes, worrying about crap that hasn’t happened, I think I’ll go be useful.
Love & Hugs,