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Diving in & doing it!

Tuesday April 9, 2013 will go down in my books as a historical moment.

Mix a borrowed Cafe, tea, a variety of cookies, an eclectic group of writers, directors, a sound artist, actors, creators, and me with a freshly printed personal script and you have my evening.

And the read begins! (more people on the side!)
And the read begins! (more people on the side!)

Currently, as I write this, I am settled into pajamas with a glass of red wine and my yummy gluten free cheese bread toasted. My body aches a bit but I think I’m content. I say “I think” as I’m not really sure what I’m feeling other than relieved and super pooped. I think that was one of the hardest things I’ve done.

It’s one thing to read aloud a script written by someone else, or a script written by you, but one written by you that is also your personal story is a whole other ball game. Some parts were fun to read, and other times I thought, what am I doing??!! Who is speaking right now? Continue reading Diving in & doing it!

Editing for first read….


Tomorrow night I have invited about 12 people to join me at my local cafe, Cafe Trafiq, for a private read of my first official draft of “Dusty Shoes”. Really, though, it’s probably about the gazillionth draft already, but they don’t need to know that. Shhhh….

I’ve been going through the script looking for words, sentences that don’t really add to the story, and playing with the French/English dance so that it’s all understood, but not always just translating.

It’s a very interesting place to be. What a stupid sentence. Doesn’t express anything.

Okay, I’m sort of scared S%$#tless but also very excited. I have no idea how the piece is going to come across. I’ve read it to my partner and he has reacted mostly favorably. But, who knows? Continue reading Editing for first read….