For Worse: Scheduling phone interviews with stage managers.
Category: The Project Diary
Six months of posting progress on plays in the hopper.
coalescing
For Worse: When I make a decision about one thing, it sometimes cascades. Michelle (Stacey’s character) is substitute teaching. The lesson plan she’s been given includes a list of vocabulary items. The list as I first drafted it didn’t seem to be organized in any way. I make a decision about how to organize it....
ending is better than mending, Mr. Darcy
For Worse: Working on Stacey’s monologue. Thanks to an article by James R. Baker, learned the startling fact that the screenplays for the 1940 Pride and Prejudice and the 1943 Jane Eyre were written by Aldous Huxley. Got a live lead on a great stage manager. Fingers crossed.
tell them what you’re gonna tell them
For Worse: Watched this video of a 2006 University of Kansas production of The Bacchae. The performances strike me as uneven, but nonetheless it is compelling to watch. A good reminder that theatre does not require elaborate stage machinery or even suspense in the plot. Dionysus tells you what he’s going to do and does...
whom gods destroy
For Worse: Reading The Bacchae.
bacchanalia – not
For Worse: Started reading The Bacchae. Or, let’s be real, started reading the introduction to the Penguin edition of The Bacchae.
first thought best thought
For Worse: It’s official – this is the Fringe show title.
fingers crossed
It’s All Good: Emailed a long shot for the stage manager.
effulgence, flink, whelming
Mother Antonia: Phone call with Anya to hear her thoughts & questions. A foray into the CSJ’s digital archive to try to get a better handle on the limits on where and when the Sisters could leave the house; the Sister at the reading last night pointed out that the community tended to be pretty...
to-do list
The Last Game: Talked with Heather H. about her observations of/suggestions for the script. Among other thoughts, she raises the idea of a second act set some decades into the future. This doesn’t click for me; though it’s difficult to pick apart how much it fails to click on its own merits, and how much...