I’ll write more in depth about the weekend. Probably tomorrow or Tuesday. Today is decompression, coupled with sneezing fits and possibly the beginnings of a cold. This much I’m sure of: I can write. And I’m good at it. I’ve doubted myself plenty over the years. I need to stop thinking that way. MARY Wait.…

And I’m adrift. So tired of it, too. Worse, I didn’t really plan for this day. I mean, it’s been in my head that I need to work on getting my shit together. But I’d been so focused on this past weekend. Can’t count the number of times I’d tell myself “I can’t get sick,…

I just spent half an hour on the couch hugging my pillow. Is there such a thing as dramatist drop? Because I’ve hit it. Hard.

And in the blink of an eye, the staged readings are done. I’m satisfied, and extremely emotional at the same time. This has been an incredible journey, from the first lines of dialogue I wrote: MARY:You have a healthy glow. My mother smoked a pack a day. The only glow that surrounded her came from…

I’m too tired to write tonight. I have to be up at 9am to get ready for the second showing of A Song for Rachel. Tonight was… there aren’t words. There will be words. Both on the process and what I’ve learned, and words for a new draft of the play. The feedback so far…

Yep. The countdown is on. Went out earlier to get a few grocery items. Saw there was an envelope from the bankruptcy trustee in the mailbox. Too much panic in my head (needlessly) over what it could’ve been. Then waited 30 minutes for a streetcar. Put me in a shit mood. And when I headed…

I don’t know if it’s nerves, or the weather. Something environmental. Or just chemical. Bouncing. Mentally, emotionally. In the height of the snowstorm yesterday I was compelled to go out and run errands. Like I was issuing a ‘fuck you’ to the weather and my mental state. It happened last Saturday when it snowed heavy…

Today was okay. Not great, but not horrible. No dips, no rollercoaster. I need to do more though.

I need to learn better swear words. Because fuck just doesn’t cover it sometimes. Mels decided she loved being in heat soooo much, three weeks later she’s going through it again. She’s scheduled for vaccinations tomorrow, which means I can get her fixed at the end of February. But for the next 5-6 days, I’m…

It’s less than a week before the staged readings take place. I sat in on the rehearsal again today. I’d added 3 pages earlier in the week. Expanded the ending. I think it plays much better now. One of our actors is 10 years old; she’s amazing. Her mother was there to pick her up…