Captain’s Log 5,704
Food poisoning abounds. Not with me for once. I can get food poisoned just by thinking about it. Big Sister Mia is still fussing with her soup, crackers, and Pedia-Lite drinks. My writing pal Sally got sick last night after the theatre board meeting. She called me later and said she was grateful for the restroom in grocery store near where we held the meeting. She would not have made it home. She had some sort of shrimp pasta thing for dinner. Must have been the culprit. We all met at Chili’s because they were donating 15% of our food purchases back to the theatre yesterday as a special promotion. I spent something like $13 for my dinner and drink, so that was almost two whole dollars going to the theatre! YAY, big spender!
The meeting was interesting. I had been a strong advocate for t-shirts ever since joining the group. That idea was met with nothing but resistance and whining. “I don’t like t-shirts! Nobody will like our t-shirts! I don’t look good in t-shirts! I am too old for t-shirts! T-shirts are too expensive!” Last night, someone new to the group suggested t-shirts, and they took to the idea like bees to honey. Just like a kid. If the parent says something, it’s stupid. If a teacher says it, the idea is brilliant. I give up. I just need to bless this whole thing and step away nicely.
It is with a sense of bittersweet affection that I find myself needing to pull away from this group. I am grateful for the chance to get back into the world of live theatre. I met some great people and had the chance to direct again….twice. I also met someone with good writing chops willing to move innovative ideas to the next level. I needed to polish those skills to move on to larger projects of much greater significance.
Research for the next project is already underway. We have collected a library of good materials, we have met with people connected to the dream, we have a liaison in Europe, and we have already pounded out a simple draft of the first scene. All I can right now is that this one is big. It’s the biggest and most significant writing project I have ever attempted, and my entire world could change because of it. No, my entire world WILL change because of it.
I am coming to realize that I am a playwright. A real flesh & bone playwright. That’s what I do best. With eight scripts under my belt, I am confident to say this. I am not a novelist or an essayist. I am a playwright and an online journalist. Some people prefer the term “blogger,” but that sounds clumsy to me. It sounds like someone trying to dance with buckets on their feet. Maybe I am just being nocky about this. Whatever. I write here almost every day. 5,704 entries since I started 10 years ago. That’s a huge body of work……not that I will ever use it for anything. But the discipline and practice of sitting down every single day to add to this page has been invaluable.
So I’m getting ready to jump again. I will hang on to my job for the money a bit longer. Money is nice, but there will come a time when I cannot spend my time working. The new project will (eventually) require travel and huge blocks of time dedicated to artistic production. There won’t be time to work. Nor will there be the need.
I am so ready for this. I know I should have my sights on retirement, but this project is far too exciting and compelling for that. This is one of those opportunities that doesn’t feel like work, it feels like a miracle.