That time I got to ride the spacecraft that was featured in my play, and it was the greatest and best thing ever. And I looked like I was about to burst into “Defying Gravity.”
Doctor Bassett switched the lights onto the show setting, and the whole cast, my guy, my sister, and my parents, got to sit there and watch me be Actually the Biggest Dork in Existence.
It was awesome.
I never update this thing, which is unfortunate, since I have a link to it on my author page on Samuel French and everything.
Oh hai author page.
Moving on—and it turns out I am, because my newest play, my third at Salomon Theatre, the thing that was supposed to be my thesis which would have been way back in 2008, the thing it’s taken me—actually almost ten years to write—is HERE. Meaning onstage, opening night, as I’m typing this.
I’m supposed to be touching up my roots, cleaning my room, and looking over my lesson plans, but what I’ve opted to do instead is drink some champagne (fine—FINE—it’s sparkling wine, and it was kind of cheap, because I had to go to Walgreen’s on the way home, because my cat ate my headphones again, and I’m just keeping it real, and what?)—and stalk the Facebook pages of the cast to see what’s happening.
A play is what’s happening. And I did get two degrees in theatre and then kind of have a meltdown and decide I’d never write again there, for a while. So this is big.
It’s all happening…