From Facebook, June 20, 2013: I’ve named my despair Howard. Not because I wish to be cute or because it’s funny, I’ve named it Howard because someone once told me names have power. And if you can name a thing, then you can tame it. But it’s not really true, is it? They named the…

St. John’s Shorts is no longer viable. Newfoundland is under lockdown; there’s no saying exactly when it will be lifted, and if/when it does, there’s every possibility they will require a two-week quarantine for anyone crossing their border. It’s literally a reverse Come From Away. So five weeks for a couple of shows is just…

Living inside my head tonight. Not a pleasant place to be. So many thoughts swirling. Counter-clockwise. Like my brain is in Australia. And the rest of me is here. Half a world away. If only it were that simple. To send my brain on vacation. A tropical beach somewhere. Sitting under a palm tree. Enjoying…

Some people say he has a death wishTrouble is he tends to agreeLet’s not ask too many questionsIt’s nothing to do with you or meHe remembers a time when even going home was sweetNow he can’t feel the ground under his feet And she said “The trouble with AndréIs he thinks he hides everything”But I…

We’re filming today, for the Rogue Theatre Festival. Wish us luck.

Seems I’ve got to have a change of sceneEvery night I have the strangest dreamsImprisoned by the way it could have beenLeft here on my own or so it seemsI’ve got to leave before I start to screamWon’t someone lock the door and turn the key Feelin’ Alright, Joe Cocker I can’t turn off my…

I had a blog post brewing earlier. But I had a conflict. Hosting Sing For Your Supper. That had a set start time, and so I made it priority. Figured I’d remember the post for later. I think it would’ve been a good one. Yeah. Think. Would’ve. Because of course it’s no longer in ;my…

I’m impulsive. I don’t always read the fine print. And it gets me into trouble. I noticed today, regarding the St. John’s mandate, is to feature local talent. So, with my stomach in my throat, I emailed the organizers. We’re still welcome. Thank the gods. Because I really want to make this happen. Time to…

I’ve been sitting on an email for days. Forwarded from my wife. From a person who’s been involved in theatre for close to, if not more than, 50 years. They’d read A Song for Rachel, as they’re acting in it for Alumnae Theatre’s CyberReads programme. “Just finished ‘A Song for Rachel’ … WOW!  I teared…

I jinxed it. I won’t bore you with details. (Besides, I’ve signed non-disclosure agreements with my clients.) Suffice it to say. Yup. I definitely jinxed it.