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November 04, 2007
The Latest Developments
A bit disjointed, but I have Cold Brain, so bear with me.
I have a cold. So far, not a bad one, though I'm tiring out easily, despite getting lots of sleep the last two nights. I've brought out the big guns: Airborne every three hours unless I'm sleeping, Mucinex and a steroidal inhaler. Those keep my lungs from getting too inflamed and also keep the mucus moving out, rather than settling in and causing pneumonia. And I'm trying to take it easy, which is difficult, easy not being built into my schedule at the moment. At least the show's over. So I don't have to try to be at performance level. Still, uck.
We are now a one-car family. Dave decided that it was silly to have a truck, given that he never drives anywhere any more. So we sold it. We don't have any auto-related debt now. And less insurance to pay. Which is nice.
Rehearsals for Midsummer are going well. The Mechanicals are hilarious, and I've only seen them improvising. I haven't even seen them run their scenes. People are making wonderful discoveries in the rehearsals I'm running, really great and amazing stuff is happening. They're working so hard and stretching themselves so much. It's a privilege to be working with people who are willing to push their own boundaries. Loveliness.
I'm 5K+ into Archetypical, and once again, it's not at all the story I thought I was going to be telling. Is there a writer out there who tells the story that starts out in their head? Or is that how writers usually work and I'm just some kind of freak? That's probably far more likely. Anyway, I have a goal of 2K for today. I haven't started writing yet, this post is kind of a warmup for that. At least yesterday I left myself some places to go.
Um. I think that may be it. It's November, classes are rushing toward their ends, my students rock, for the most part, and I have a cold that sucks the intelligence from my brain.
Yesterday, I cut the three remaining roses from the climbing vine out back. They're in the kitchen now in a mason jar of water. They smell GLORIOUS. There's someting so decadent about a rose insisting on blooming in November. Something kind of magical and at the same time a bit tawdry, a bit burlesque. Like a theatrical matinee. There's a strong sense of taboo and grit and gaudiness and unreality that comes with putting on makeup to play in the middle of the day. Makes me feel like a used-up carinival ride. These roses have a bit of that about them. How DARE they bloom in November, when everything else is freezing? It's a tattered opulence. Somthing out of step with the times and full of magic, if you just look for it, I guess.
Wow. All that, and I haven't taken anything like sudefed or nyquil or robitussin. Cold Brain in action, Ladies and Gentlemen. Cold Brain in action.
Posted by sally at November 4, 2007 11:34 AM
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