Everybody nosedive, hold your breath, count to five.
Yesterday, either as a result of gloomy weather or something else entirely, I felt sluggish and bleak, which made it difficult to get as much writing done as I would … Continue reading
That’s why it’s called a rough draft.
Last night was the reading of my new two-act play.
Thrown from the horse. Still contemplating a return to the saddle.
I flaked. It is Monday morning, two days after my second grab at the brass ring that is casting in Too Much Light, and I’m expecting only two of the … Continue reading
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…
I’m freakin’ out here. My audition is less than 48 hours away and I think I’ve only just now figured out my audition piece, and I’ve gone through about ten … Continue reading
Plan B.
So I attended “TMLMTBGB” yesterday, and determined a few things in regards to this coming Saturday. 1) My original audition piece, now finally titled “Henry Mancini and the Voting Habits … Continue reading
Conversations with the Inner Cynic.
I’m currently fighting off a bout of existential angst, for the simple reason that I don’t have time for it. My average live theatre attendance increases about 400% this week, … Continue reading
If at first you don’t succeed…
…plot the deaths of those that you view responsible. Just. Kidding. But I bring it up because, in a situation out of the Second Chance Playbook, I checked the Performing … Continue reading
I am Jack’s Bloodthirsty Audience.
Apparently, once a week is all I can afford to give to the LJ, at current. Work has been a bear [1], especially in the departments of photo research and … Continue reading
A well-regulated, but not necessarily efficient or organized, militia.
The Swiss Army, let it be said, must be doing something right. Switzerland remains smack dab in the middle of larger, greedier, more powerful European powers, and nobody comes in … Continue reading
Within this bastard’s carnival, this vicious cabaret.
“But the backdrops peel and the sets give way, and the cast gets eaten by the play. There’s a murderer at the matinee. There are dead men in the aisles. … Continue reading
Creative Control 