Poetry Reading and Misc.
I went to a poetry reading this evening at my friend Anet's school. She's getting a Masters in women's spirituality. I read just one poem, my new one, Autumnal, and it was very well received. I ended up being the second person to read, and I was the only one there not from the school. I'd been invited because I'd attended an earlier poetry reading in the summer, as Anet's guest, and her professor, Judy Grahn, a noted poet, asked Anet to invite me back. That in itself was pretty awesome. But then there was my poem, which they reacted to with astonishment and applause. It was pretty awesome.
My mom, too, has requested more poetry. I sometimes think I should try to be more disciplined about it, and try to, say, complete a collection, Or, you know, try to sell my poems to magazines or something. Maybe in the new year.
It's cold tonight. Snow level is supposed to drop to 2000 feet, which means if the rain comes as predicted on Sunday night, there will be snow visible on the hills. That's kind of awesome.
I've gotten more Christmas gifts organized, and several wrapped. I'd say I'm maybe halfway to two-thirds of the way done. Hope to get a few things in the mail on Monday. Some things aren't made yet, though, and some people I really want to give gifts to but have absolutely no ideas for them. Those are frustrating.
I want to write, too. I mean, part of me wants to write. Part of me is very happy being a lazy slacker. Actually I stayed in bed today, asleep, until nearly three in the afternoon, but I decided that was okay, since tomorrow is going to be a killer day.
Sundays are marathons for me until January, because I need to get myself dressed and made up, and then show up at Wayne's at 10:30 to help him and Manny get into makeup for our play, Wise Up, the story of three drag performers (Gold, Frank N. Sense and me, Myrrh) who are doing the circuit in Judea, hoping to make it big and perform for the king. We're doing the show one act at a time, during the Sunday service, with Act five to fall on Christmas Eve. And then we're doing a full run through of all the acts on January 5th. So right now we have performance during the 12:30 service on Sunday, followed by a rehearsal of the upcoming acts all Sunday afternoon. I arrive home ready to drop, and for the last couple of weeks, have done just that, collapsed in bed the minute I got home. We're also rehearsing Tuesday nights.
I must NOT GET SICK, since I am one of the leads, and I'm also directing and stage managing. The play, a musical, was written by owldolatrous our music director, who is awesome, and also one of my dearest friends. He wanted me to make him a logo, and I failed and didn't get it done, and I feel kind of bad about that.
Anyway, I want to write, but I also feel this tremendous inertia, like I have so much I'm trying to do already, and writing just feels impossible on top of it all. But I'm sure it will all work out. It usually does. Anyway, anyone in the Bay Area who wants to see me sing, you can come to my church services at 12:30 on Sundays (act three has my best song, that's a week from tomorrow), or you could come to the full run through on January five. Just let me know if you're interested.
My mom, too, has requested more poetry. I sometimes think I should try to be more disciplined about it, and try to, say, complete a collection, Or, you know, try to sell my poems to magazines or something. Maybe in the new year.
It's cold tonight. Snow level is supposed to drop to 2000 feet, which means if the rain comes as predicted on Sunday night, there will be snow visible on the hills. That's kind of awesome.
I've gotten more Christmas gifts organized, and several wrapped. I'd say I'm maybe halfway to two-thirds of the way done. Hope to get a few things in the mail on Monday. Some things aren't made yet, though, and some people I really want to give gifts to but have absolutely no ideas for them. Those are frustrating.
I want to write, too. I mean, part of me wants to write. Part of me is very happy being a lazy slacker. Actually I stayed in bed today, asleep, until nearly three in the afternoon, but I decided that was okay, since tomorrow is going to be a killer day.
Sundays are marathons for me until January, because I need to get myself dressed and made up, and then show up at Wayne's at 10:30 to help him and Manny get into makeup for our play, Wise Up, the story of three drag performers (Gold, Frank N. Sense and me, Myrrh) who are doing the circuit in Judea, hoping to make it big and perform for the king. We're doing the show one act at a time, during the Sunday service, with Act five to fall on Christmas Eve. And then we're doing a full run through of all the acts on January 5th. So right now we have performance during the 12:30 service on Sunday, followed by a rehearsal of the upcoming acts all Sunday afternoon. I arrive home ready to drop, and for the last couple of weeks, have done just that, collapsed in bed the minute I got home. We're also rehearsing Tuesday nights.
I must NOT GET SICK, since I am one of the leads, and I'm also directing and stage managing. The play, a musical, was written by owldolatrous our music director, who is awesome, and also one of my dearest friends. He wanted me to make him a logo, and I failed and didn't get it done, and I feel kind of bad about that.
Anyway, I want to write, but I also feel this tremendous inertia, like I have so much I'm trying to do already, and writing just feels impossible on top of it all. But I'm sure it will all work out. It usually does. Anyway, anyone in the Bay Area who wants to see me sing, you can come to my church services at 12:30 on Sundays (act three has my best song, that's a week from tomorrow), or you could come to the full run through on January five. Just let me know if you're interested.