One: The Child, Handel completed its first run. I didn't realize how much I was enjoying working on the project until it was over. And it's like this every show I'm part of, only I had forgotten. The joys of drama.
Two: I've been listening to too much Radiohead and watching too much Lotus Flower dancing.
Three: I live in constant captivity to the expectations of others, especially those of men.
Four: I make too many lists.
People are getting married. Classes are ending and I still have a capstone paper to finish. The people I most want to connect with are the ones I avoid.
I'm only writing about this because I actually had peace again today. Maybe it was the sunny weather, that I carried boxes all the way to church, that I was able to have communion, that my friend preached about the man born blind, that I baked bread, that one of my roommates and I got to walk down to the bridge and actually talk about life.
I want to extend the script for The Child, Handel so that I can submit it to the Tarragon Theatre Playwrighting Competition at the end of April. Seeing it onstage was definitely a high point of this year, and to have it so well acted was a blessing.
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| Flowers from One Acts ~ oh thanks Supinas |
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| Maurice, Mildred, and Handel Opening Night! |
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| Erika can't watch - her hair is being 80fied! |
We're having a reading for our short story class Thursday, April 7th in the Concordia library at 4:30pm. There will be refreshments and awesome writing to be shared by all. I think I'll read the one about the punks on a bridge...
