So Many Thoughts, So Little Time

Yes, it is the new year and the post I promised would come with it is running a little late. The problem, you see, is that I have SEVERAL ideas running through my brain and very little time to give proper attention to any one of them. I am currently in the middle (or, actually, very near the end) of what we theatre folk like to refer to as "Hell Week," the final week before a show opens and a critical audience bearing bags of half-rotten fruit is allowed to cross the threshhold. We're adding lights, sounds, costumes, props, and scenery to what we've attempted to rehearse around two or three major holidays and preparing for a preview audience tomorrow night and a paying one on Friday. Thus, my time has been well spoken for.

On top of the regular rigors of Hell Week, I've given myself the added responsibility of being our show's Food Prop Mistress. Our show is laden with cucumber sandwiches, bread and butter sandwiches, and little tea-cakes, all of which I am preparing at home in the afternoon before rehearsals. And as these are dress rehearsals, I also lose a great deal of time to the attempt to tame my mane. You can see that blogging, at the moment, is right out.

Not that I haven't had things to tell you. I have. Christmas was eventful. And the week between Christmas and New Year's was particularly rife with good story fodder, as Orrick made his first trip with me to the wilds of Tennessee to celebrate the end of the year. One day of backwoods mudding in particular comes to mind. So do a stop at the ruins of a once-loved theatre, a visit to a better-loved radio station, and a pub-crawling expedition with best-loved family.


Then there are New Year's Resolutions and my plans to write the smallest yet most well-rounded self-help book ever. There are of course stories about getting the show up and running, satisfying the differing palates and preferences of numerous cast members, and the theory that no good deed goes unpunished.

But these are all, alas, stories for another time. For now, I must curl my hair and prepare for our last run of the show without an audience.

PS: Here's a dizzying thought -- last month, I experienced December in San Diego for the first time. This month, I'm experiencing January for the third.