My World This Weekend

Two full days of writing and another today. The crew is in the theatre today hanging lights. My do or die deadline is tomorrow morning. I think I’ll get there. This is a perfect representation of the process of the solo for us. Tech before text, character and situation before story. All the seemingly disconnected parts are moving into a whole. This is the art part, this is the part that feels out of our control. Text references begin to find their own connections. Separate notions and ideas from three workshops over two years move to connect themselves outside our conscious awareness of those connections. I just have to show up to the keyboard and bring my story - “the truth” - and maybe that’s the hard part. Not the showing up part but the truth part. I’m dealing with things that I don’t think I’ve fully assimilated emotionally - baggage and regret - and now I’m creating a fiction of them. Jung might have something to say about it and Freud would certainly disprove but that’s the nature of this kind of personal performance and Brooks says bring it on.