The Bloody Doors Off

I’ve started increasing the dosage.

So far, little effect.

It’s been a day.

Sheesh.

Give it a chance.

Granted, I dragged myself out for the second day in a row to walk Auggie at a consistent time. I think that’s what I need to do. Law and Order at 5pm (don’t judge me) and walk the pooch at 6pm. Not like I’m gonna sit down to eat any time soon.

Jerry Orbach’s Lenny Briscoe is peak detective in the Law and Order universe. Fight me if you believe otherwise.

I need something to write. Not just pedantic plot posts. Something substantive.

I haven’t written a short play in a couple of months. Sure, I’ve got rehearsals set for Last Call every Thursday into June but there’s a rush when you’ve come up with a viable idea and can hear the dialogue in your head moments before they appear on the screen.

Fuck, I miss that.

Which reminds me; Kentwood took down the link to State of Independence (their prerogative, they took down the previous show when mine aired) and I should upload the previous version I recorded on Zoom. And oh, the Equity Library Theatre of New York’s Winter Virtual Festival should be wrapping up soon. I try not to care about awards, but I’m hoping for at least an honourable mention for Snow Angels. My cast deserves it. Lucy and Sofia were amazing and I can’t see anyone else in those roles. If it got picked up somewhere else I dunno how I’d react to watching it.

Oh lookie, I can embed a video in my blog after all. Me smart.