“It’s Game Night,” he whispered softly into my ear. My eyes scanned his loft apartment, the grey leather Phillipe Starck sofa sitting in the vast, open expanse of platinum-plated floor. Perhaps one day I would call this beautiful place home and polish the solid silver chairs and arrange the Tiffany ornaments. But for now, my inner goddess was ( Read more... )

Hidden they say. They’re hidden.Glimpses from the air of fencing around boxes ( Read more... )

There is something worse than death.

I do not like heights. I do not like ladders. I hold a picture in my head, she’s smiling, big hair, blonde streaks. Start climbing.

Dessi Espana.Twenty steel rungs up, the microclimate changes. Air-conditioning meets humidity, loses face and retreats. Ten more rungs under my hands, step left into darkness, ( Read more... )

Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
(The Pierces, SecretToday my friend asked for feedback on a draft. I told her what she already knew - that it was safe. That she had a great concept, but the piece was merely observational. That she needed to go to a darker place ( Read more... )

And I'm really honkin' proud of it.

The process:

1) Four weeks before show: Get call from last year's Halloween client, who realizes he wants us back.

2) Re-hire performers I enjoyed working with on a gig a few weeks ago. Make list of acts they already do. Figure out finale act when Aimee says, "I love doing rope!". Choose title.

3) Dork around for a ( Read more... )

            You find yourself in what might be described as a box.
            Or a room.
            Or a cell.
            All three work just fine.
            White floor and ceiling.
            Two grey walls facing each other.
            One black wall.
            One red wall.
            Facing each other.
            Silence.
            If you ( Read more... )

Holidays filled him with dreadful excitement. St Patrick’s Day (Amateur Night, his father had called it). Thanksgiving. The first day of deer season, turkey season, even spring bear season when there was one, though a fatal head shot in Alaska was unlikely to help him.

His calendar was filled with handwritten notations, three-day weekends ( Read more... )

Week One

Holy Shit. Three hundred and how many? Do we read ALL of them? OK-bring it on!

Week Two

Well, at least some of the people who can’t spell are gone.

Week Three

Comments? Do I have comments? Come on, I just need some comments! Just a couple, OK? I mean, I don’t NEED them, I could give them up any time I wanted!

Week Four

MY TAKE ON THE TOPIC IS SO ( Read more... )

I said no the first six times.

The seventh year, the seventh season, after an hour-long phone call with William the freelance producer, I think, well, it’s in my mom’s city, and there’s money in it, and this project we’re working on, the one that can’t get booked because nobody’s ever heard of it? It could use some exposure. And I say, “Yes.”

And, ( Read more... )