So it's only Tuesday and I'm fried. I've been in rehearsal for two great student readings, celebrated my one year anniversary with DragynAlly, I've stayed up all night writing new scenes for a Delta Blues Noir Musical, and seen Lee Moyer (my new favorite illustrator) talk about about the joys of bringing a show poster to life. And now as I think of it I should probably be calling potential actors for my next reading. It's a few weeks away but trust me it never really feels like that.
Did I mention it's only Tuesday. The week isn't over yet.
Because that's where the Playwright's Lab gets you. It's all intense work but the work is all of the fun stuff that you were going to be doing anyway. It's not a chore that I have to write a full length musical over the course of six weeks...it's a joy. and then you're working on scenes for another class and then you're reading some theatre history or a play for another and all you can think of is "this is the most excruciating fun I've ever had!"
One of my colleagues will say that taking classes at Hollins is like deciding which Island on Hawaii you'd rather visit. I't all going to be fun.
So yeah I'm bone tired and could hit the sack at eight and not wake up until it's time for class at nine in the morning... but I feel the call of my books lilting in my ear. My unfinished plays are saying calling me, begging to be worked on.
Maybe I'll stay up for one more minute.