Where'd this good mood come from?
(If I had to guess, I'd say it was the delicious mocha I had a few hours back.)
Hallo, flist! After getting off to a lousy start, my day has certainly gone up up up. Up into the zone of hyperactivity, apparently.
Oversleeping by an hour is never a good way to begin, but no real harm was done. I went into the city for the afternoon to do my literary job. Turns out that my instinct about one playwright was spot-on: just when I was about to recommend her as someone to invite on the summer retreat, I learned that she had already successfully attended last year. So, yay! Then I organized the slush pile o' submissions, and was handed another pile of plays to read. All three of these new pieces were requested from the playwrights (or their agents) by the artistic director. This is fantastic. I really can't tell you how big a relief it is to read something that has a solid structure, developed characters, and comedy that's actually funny. Even better when it doesn't feel like something we would have happily staged in high school. (Not to knock the plays that we did put on at GHHS -- they were great! Can't beat Kaufman & Hart! -- but they were pretty tame and old-fashioned.)
Anyway, good plays make me happy. Starting to organize the pile of plays To Be Read makes me happy (several date from 2004, and have probably been staged by now). Ugly Betty makes me happy -- and OMG, it's after 8! TV calls me.
Hallo, flist! After getting off to a lousy start, my day has certainly gone up up up. Up into the zone of hyperactivity, apparently.
Oversleeping by an hour is never a good way to begin, but no real harm was done. I went into the city for the afternoon to do my literary job. Turns out that my instinct about one playwright was spot-on: just when I was about to recommend her as someone to invite on the summer retreat, I learned that she had already successfully attended last year. So, yay! Then I organized the slush pile o' submissions, and was handed another pile of plays to read. All three of these new pieces were requested from the playwrights (or their agents) by the artistic director. This is fantastic. I really can't tell you how big a relief it is to read something that has a solid structure, developed characters, and comedy that's actually funny. Even better when it doesn't feel like something we would have happily staged in high school. (Not to knock the plays that we did put on at GHHS -- they were great! Can't beat Kaufman & Hart! -- but they were pretty tame and old-fashioned.)
Anyway, good plays make me happy. Starting to organize the pile of plays To Be Read makes me happy (several date from 2004, and have probably been staged by now). Ugly Betty makes me happy -- and OMG, it's after 8! TV calls me.