Monday, April 11, 2005
Sunny and cool
Saturday into Sunday I had a very disturbing dream that someone with whom I work on the show shot me. With a gun. As far as I know, there’s no animosity between us, so it was an odd dream.
My friend’s mother is very ill and she has to head up to be with her. I’m covering her day work as well as my own on Tuesday (which means a double call) and I’m on standby for a few days at her show (she works on a play) in case they can’t get anyone to fill in. If that’s the case, I’ll be going in to the play cold – no training – and doing it just from the notes. I’m more than happy to do it if it helps. Hopefully, they’ll find someone to cover the full week and I won’t need to.
My neck, shoulders, lower back, knees, ankles and the soles of my feet all hurt. My feet hurt so badly on Friday night that I was in tears by the time I came home – any bit of pressure was excruciating. Forty minutes in the footbath helped. I put gel insoles in my shoes for Saturday – and blew them out in a single day. That’s how badly a pounding my feet take on a two-show day.
The show was fine yesterday. The party was good – I got to see several people I haven’t seen in ages, exchanged some e-mail addresses. There are two dancers in particular, with whom I worked on the Follies revival a few years ago. They are so great, and I’d love to create a show around them. We’re going to go out to dinner in about a month and talk about it.
It’s been great to do so much physical work in the past week, but the writing is pulling me again. I could feel myself drifting during the show, starting to listen more to the characters in my head than to what’s going on onstage. For a few days, I thought how easy it would be to slip back into working on Broadway fulltime – I’m good at it, I like it, it pays decently. But it’s not where I should be. To borrow from Mary Catherine Bateson’s analogy of life as a symphony, this movement of my life is coming to a close.
I need to be writing full time. And I won’t do it until I do it, if that makes any sense at all.
Got back in time to watch Grey’s Anatomy, which I like more and more every week. The writing and acting are excellent. They cast the show so well.
Exhausted, but the ideas are flowing, and I hope I have a few good, solid days of writing this week. I need them.
I’ll post some links in the next few days to sites of friends and colleagues, and some info on the event, Lemonade in Eden, in which I’ll be participating at the end of the month.
Right now, I need to polish two episodes of Widow’s Chamber, finish the horse racing article, and finish the rewrites on Glam Hearts.
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