Christmas is really over. The decorations gone, Icelanders seemingly bottomless stock of New Year's fireworks finally depleted (it was just getting annoying) and school's starting up again.
Although I've barely been able to focus on it since my head's completely immersed in the theater game. This year I'll be directing the main spring production along with two other people. Usually we buy the services of an experienced director but this year we decided to do it ourselves. Another play directed by theater members opens later this month but this one - called "39 and 1/2 weeks" and is a farce about pregnancies - is set to premiere in March and is considerably larger in scope.
All three of us have some directing experience - although none of us have done anything of this caliber - and... well it's going to be an interesting experience. Obviously we're full of ideas and longing to not fuck this up.
It's quite confusing to be at the other side of the table. Usually I'll show up at the read-throughs/auditions hoping not too many people show up - esp. in my age group (I'm neither a young girl nor a mother-type which seem to be the dominant female roles). This year I desperately want as many people as possible there.
I'm really exited to be given this opportunity. A
year ago I never would've guessed in a million years I'd be in this position. Now I just need to learn to shut off my brain before I go to sleep. Stupid directing ideas are causing the insomnia again.