Things to do before next weekend:
- Reread Turn of the Screw to prepare for auditions
- Freak out (in a good way!) because a really awesome amazing person is coming to visit
- Clean like a madwoman because said awesome amazing person is coming to visit and my house is not currently fit for company
- Sign up to participate in a 24-hour playwriting festival – something I’ve wanted to do for years
- Write a novel
All right, that last one is a little extreme. I do not intend to write a novel in a week. (I wish I could!) I’d known finishing the novel by July would be impractical, but I hoped for it, anyway. When that didn’t happen and I decided I would audition for this next show (Turn of the Screw), my new “finish” goal was audition weekend. Next weekend, in fact.
Because two chapters a week could be doable, right?
They weren’t. I did just write a chapter in three days, but that was shorter than most. And this novel has a minimum of seven chapters left to go. Ugh.
I don’t know how to go easy on myself. I keep proving this over and over. But, hey, at least I have fun. ;)
Wish me luck! I’ll need it . . .
Labor Day means two fantastic things: an extra day in the weekend and an end to Tourist Season. (Not that all the tourists will be gone, just that it will be a little less of a circus getting where I need to go.)
If traffic is any indication, this might be the best summer we’ve had around here since before the economy went to hell in 2008. That means great things for the area, but a lot of frustration when you live and work here. Our roads and traffic patterns are not designed to handle the seasonal population boom.
Schools are starting again. My youngest niece is off to her first year of college (or university, for anyone outside the US). In two weeks, I’ll be auditioning for another show, and I have so much writing to do before then!
Though still technically summer for a few more weeks, it feels like it’s already over. Can anyone tell me where it went???
In the short times I visited and lived in Japan, one of my favorite things was the festival culture. Like the way even the tiniest of villages has something it’s famous for, every place has its festivals.
(I’m serious. It’s really strange to come from a tiny town on the coast of Maine and suddenly have people asking me what it’s famous for. Uh, nothing?)
The White Snake Festival
My then-fiance-now-husband and I stumbled on a White Snake festival on a lake in Hokkaido. At the time, we had no idea what was said or the history behind it, but there was music and dancing and lanterns floated on an inky lake with their flickering votives looking like fallen stars across the water.
I was so serious and those hats were so crazy . . .
Another time, we got to wear ridiculous hats and dance in the Bon-Odori . . .
Can you tell I really like this sort of thing?
Fairs and carnivals are about the closest we get. (This is likely also one major reason I enjoy Renaissance Faires.) I’ve always loved them, and summer has always been their time. Now that my day job allows me weekends off, I might even make it back to the Commonground Fair later this year.
But perhaps my favorite event of the summer is this weekend: the American Folk Festival on the Bangor waterfront. And this year, they’re featuring a capoeira group for (I believe) the first time. I only played for two years, and that was about seven years ago, but that doesn’t make me any less psyched about this.
For all I try to express my opinions honestly and openly here, without filters, I still stick to “safe” topics. Even on my personal Facebook page or Twitter, I don’t do a lot of Sharing or reTweeting, even of the usual memes. A lot of it reminds me of the old chain letters/emails: “Send this to X-number of people to avoid the curse and/or grant your wish!”
But there are articles, thoughts, and opinions I should share, because silence only encourages and strengthens the side with which I do not agree. Silence perpetuates ignorance and misinformation. Silence condones the things I want changed.
Today, this means I’m talking about Ferguson, MO. I’m talking about Michael Brown. Because after more than a week, I can count on one hand the number of friends and acquaintances on various feeds who identify as white and who have said or reposted anything about it.
The tragedy is that a boy was shot and killed by those who should have been protecting him. That a peaceful protest could be declared violent and unlawful – a declaration that became self-fulfilling prophecy when cops in riot gear turn the place into the picture of a war zone.
The horror is that this isn’t an isolated incident. That in the 21st century, this is an issue of race and part of a long history of aggression and oppression. The horror is that there have been generations of children who have had to learn how to act in order to avoid arrest/beatings/death at the hands of cops.
If you don’t quite get what I’m talking about, I hope that this beautifully written post about a mother’s sense of her own white privilege will help to put it in perspective.
And if you want to know more about what’s happening in Ferguson and haven’t done so already, I recommend checking out St. Louis Alderman Antonio French on Twitter.
For myself, I will work on speaking up. This is too important to my basic humanity – as well as the people I love and care about – to do anything less.
It’s nice to have the show over. Fantastic as it was, much as I loved it, it kind of ate my life. But that’s not going to keep me away from auditioning for Turn of the Screw next month . . .
I’m still writing every day, and that is an awesome thing. The rewrite continues to go well, despite the usual mid-draft blues. The current (slightly unrealistic) goal is to write two chapters a week. I’m on chapter 20, of 30+, so I just need to find the momentum now to carry me through to the end.
But I’ve started reading it aloud to a friend, which boosts my incentive to finish it soon. And she is the best person to read aloud to. Seriously. She gets so excited and so invested that a lot of the time, I don’t mind reading even first drafts to her.
And reading aloud is a great way to spot issues in pace and flow, clunky exposition, and cumbersome dialogue. If you’re a writer without a read-aloud friend, I suggest you find one. ;)
- Performing Shakespeare at Fort Knox
- Next week when Julius Caesar is over and I have enough time and brain-space to return to my less-irregularly scheduled blogging
- Crossing things off my mile-long to-do list (after the show run ends)
- Finishing this novel rewrite so I can make more headway on my to-read pile and work on some of these short stories that growing more and more aggressive in their races around my brain (but I’ve only just past the halfway point, so we’ll see)
- Developing something that vaguely resembles discipline in my screen-time so I can hop on my computer to post to my blog and not waste three hours of my life before I even start typing
That last is the one I have the least hope for.
And somehow, since my last post, I attended ReaderCon (had an amazing time) and celebrated (more or less) a birthday. There will be more, proper posts later, but at least by this you know I’m alive.
. . . Great. Now I have that song from Portal stuck in my head.
I just typed and scheduled two posts for Anxiety and desperately need to squeeze in some writing time before sleep takes over, but if I don’t post here, it could be another three weeks before I resurface.
Performances start in less than two weeks. Then I’ll be back on a more normal basis.
It’s strange – certainly unexpected – how the lack of time has helped make me more productive writing-wise. After work and rehearsal, I don’t even boot up my computer but go straight to writing for an hour or two. Being so busy has refined my focus and my priorities. I only hope it lasts long after the show ends.
The Fourth of July meant a long weekend off from both work and rehearsal, but my sister and brother-in-law came up for a visit. Great to see them, but the days ‘off’ filled with family/social obligations. I’m exhausted.
Next comes four days of rehearsal, a weekend of ReaderCon (anyone else going?), three more days of rehearsal, and four days of performances. All done around work, of course.
Oh, right. And somewhere in there I have a birthday.
But performances – three weekends of them – signify less rehearsal time, so maybe I can be a little less of the ‘flighty artist’ stereotype. Words cannot express how much I am looking forward to that point.
So how have you all been? And what have I missed?