The Bloody Doors Off

When we wore a heart of stone
We wandered to the sea
Hoping to find some comfort there
Yearning to feel free
And we were mesmerized by the lull of the night
And the smells that filled the air
And we layed us down on sandy ground
It was cold but we didn’t care

And we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
And we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea

We fell asleep and began to dream
When something broke the night
Memories stirred inside of us
The struggle and the fight
And we could feel the heat of a thousand voices
Telling us which way to go
And we cried out, “is there no escape
From the words that plague us so”

Drawn to the Rhythm, Sarah McLaughlan

It’s a pretty big week for me, writing-wise.

Tonight I had the pleasure to revisit my play, A Song For Rachel, as a staged Zoom read with Alumnae Theatre, directed by my wife, Marlo.

It was wonderful. It moved me.

And it surprised me.

Because there were certain moments in the script I rediscovered for the first time. Moments that caught me off-guard.

Which is a good thing.

And it got me excited.

Because Thursday afternoon, I get an hour-long zoom call with Walter, a dramaturg from the U.S. They’ll be critiquing Rachel, and providing insight as to where it could go from here. Story-wise.

And tonight, Drawn to the Rhythm is drumming in my head.

The script drew me in, like the tide.

And I cried out, "is there no escape
From the words that plague me so"

I’ve been plagued with writers’ block.

Here’s hoping something shakes loose.