How to apply for an Arts Job

Attention struggling artistes! You may not necessarily want it but most of us need a job to support our creative selves. Personally, I’m finding the isolation of writing full-time a real incentive to keep applying for part-time jobs. (Actually, since I wrote this post I’ve decided to study creative writing full-time so job hunting is kind of on-hold for me – but please, don’t let me deter you!) And, of course, if we’re going to work, an arts-related job is the ideal.

Last month, I went to the Wheeler Centre where Writers Victoria director Kate Larsen gave a seminar on this very topic. I’ve summarised her pearls of wisdom here:

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Kate Larsen, Director Writers Victoria

 

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Ring them up if there’s a contact person and ask a question. This separates you from the pack. If you don’t have a question, make up a reasonably intelligent question and call anyway. If it’s a small organisation you might even actually speak to the person who will be doing the hiring so you’re getting in early with a chance to make a good impression.

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A short play!

12 x 12Another notch in the literary bed-post! Drum-roll…

Saturday night my short play Mummy, Mummy, Mummy was performed at the Potato Shed. This little play had a very long genesis. Way back when I was recovering from post-natal depression, a friend and I applied to our local council for a grant to write a play on er, PND. We were successful! And then, what with life and illness and children and attempting (and failing) to collaborate, I am ashamed to admit that we ended up giving the grant back!

Yes, I can hear all you writers throwing up right now – and I’m sorry, but you know, sometimes life happens. Anyway, at the time I started writing something on my own – the team work thing for one reason or another didn’t really come together. And that something was the short play that was performed on Saturday night.

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It’s beginning to feel a bit like Christmas…

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Here’s one from the vault: my siblings and I in about 1983 at the Christmas Myer rooftop.

When I was a kid, my Mum used to take us into ‘Big Melbourne’ as part of our Christmas tradition. We’d catch the train in, look at the Myer Christmas windows, go to the Myer rooftop (where there were merry-go-rounds and little boats that went around in a pool of water), line-up to have the obligatory photo with Santa (where one of us was inevitably crying), check out the Little Gift room (a secret place for kids to shop with windows for spying parents) and have lunch at Coles cafeteria which featured maroon rimmed white bowls full of chips and jelly in little cups. I loved it!

And so, it was with great joy that I went with the First Tuesday Book Group to check out this year’s Myer Christmas windows.

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