Times, they are a-changin'...
It's now looking like my moving window has been pushed up to the end of February. Lots of reasons. Mostly it's a matter of financial pros and cons. Much as I'd like it to be purely about wanting to be with Topher, I'm simply not that much of a romantic. The whole premise of staying here until June was that I'd be saving money for the trip and paying off some of my bills, but the truth is that I simply don't make enough where I am to do any good on that front, and there's no reason for me to try finding a "better" job here when I'm planning on going to DC soon anyway.
I've got a place to put my stuff temporarily, and help in getting it here when the time's right. It's definitely not so great for Brittany and Chelsea, but I'm going to give them my rent money and projected utilities for March, so hopefully that helps.
Last night was the first read-through for "Buzz" and "Orangutan Man". I got to meet all the actors and hear their take on the plays. I have to say, it was reassuring. Not only do they seem to like both, but there are some truly good actors amongst them. I'm starting to understand a bit of what they do, from a psychological point of view. It's interesting to watch them, even when they're sitting in chairs in a circle, look across the room at each other from the point of view of their characters. Even though it was a first reading, I could see visible signs of the characters emerging on these actors' faces. It's quite a sight.
Pleasure Night was a blast. So was the afterparty. There's something beautiful about going to an afterparty and actually having a reason to be there. It's a bit addictive. Maybe my new drug of choice. The whole process - writing with a deadline, seeing the actors and director bring new life to something you've created, watching it in it's stage incarnation and the effect it has (or doesn't) on a crowd - it's a heady brew. I think I could get to like it.
And on that note, Gretel is coming along. I think it's going to take me less time than I thought to finish, once I get started on it. Given the recent changes, my new deadline is February 20th (the day before I leave for SheVaCon/DC). Drew gets first stab at directing it, but I'll of course be trying to peddle it in DC when I get there as well. There are many, many things I need to work on, once I move, not least of which is getting myself in the theatrical "scene" down there. There's never less and always more, and I do like it that way.
Oh, and another thing - Amy has given me back my other phone, now that she has her own, and I'm using it because it has a screen (if nothing else). It's still only temporary, as I'll be going on Topher's plan once I move, but at least I'll be easier to get in touch with.
My new number, then, is:
(716) 541-8441
One digit off from the other number, but that all the easier. Sandra, I got your message, then deleted it accidentally before I could get your number. Care to try again?
I reminisce, sometimes, about the way this journal started. Mostly ruminations about life and living, or dying, and missing Dave and having accomplished nearly nothing in my life. Now and then, I read the old entries, and I either cringe, laugh or fall into nostalgia. Then I get over it. Then I realize that there's no real "separation" between then and now. There's no cut-off. It's a solid line, if an erratic one. I am the product of myself. Is that what growing up is?
I love you all. Every single one. Then there's the ones I really care about.
~N~
I've got a place to put my stuff temporarily, and help in getting it here when the time's right. It's definitely not so great for Brittany and Chelsea, but I'm going to give them my rent money and projected utilities for March, so hopefully that helps.
Last night was the first read-through for "Buzz" and "Orangutan Man". I got to meet all the actors and hear their take on the plays. I have to say, it was reassuring. Not only do they seem to like both, but there are some truly good actors amongst them. I'm starting to understand a bit of what they do, from a psychological point of view. It's interesting to watch them, even when they're sitting in chairs in a circle, look across the room at each other from the point of view of their characters. Even though it was a first reading, I could see visible signs of the characters emerging on these actors' faces. It's quite a sight.
Pleasure Night was a blast. So was the afterparty. There's something beautiful about going to an afterparty and actually having a reason to be there. It's a bit addictive. Maybe my new drug of choice. The whole process - writing with a deadline, seeing the actors and director bring new life to something you've created, watching it in it's stage incarnation and the effect it has (or doesn't) on a crowd - it's a heady brew. I think I could get to like it.
And on that note, Gretel is coming along. I think it's going to take me less time than I thought to finish, once I get started on it. Given the recent changes, my new deadline is February 20th (the day before I leave for SheVaCon/DC). Drew gets first stab at directing it, but I'll of course be trying to peddle it in DC when I get there as well. There are many, many things I need to work on, once I move, not least of which is getting myself in the theatrical "scene" down there. There's never less and always more, and I do like it that way.
Oh, and another thing - Amy has given me back my other phone, now that she has her own, and I'm using it because it has a screen (if nothing else). It's still only temporary, as I'll be going on Topher's plan once I move, but at least I'll be easier to get in touch with.
My new number, then, is:
(716) 541-8441
One digit off from the other number, but that all the easier. Sandra, I got your message, then deleted it accidentally before I could get your number. Care to try again?
I reminisce, sometimes, about the way this journal started. Mostly ruminations about life and living, or dying, and missing Dave and having accomplished nearly nothing in my life. Now and then, I read the old entries, and I either cringe, laugh or fall into nostalgia. Then I get over it. Then I realize that there's no real "separation" between then and now. There's no cut-off. It's a solid line, if an erratic one. I am the product of myself. Is that what growing up is?
I love you all. Every single one. Then there's the ones I really care about.
~N~