my creature, clay.
i had my creature show last night. i was full of my character when i was onstage. when my friends came backstage after the show, and when i busted out of the theater into saturday night, i was roaring and bitter. i felt extraordinarily vulnerable at having just shown everybody my clay.
it really got to me that sam was watching the show, and that we had weird interactions before i went on. and after the show it got to me that people had genuine responses to my guy. they said they were moved. and i didnt know what to say back.
so i sucked in my strength to give them a sturdy smile and a thank you. then i stomped out screaching, smoked pot, drew, somehow calmed down and trusted all my friends again. though i was in a roomfull of people at 11 o'clock pm, i decided to go to sleep.
it really got to me that sam was watching the show, and that we had weird interactions before i went on. and after the show it got to me that people had genuine responses to my guy. they said they were moved. and i didnt know what to say back.
so i sucked in my strength to give them a sturdy smile and a thank you. then i stomped out screaching, smoked pot, drew, somehow calmed down and trusted all my friends again. though i was in a roomfull of people at 11 o'clock pm, i decided to go to sleep.