If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
English poet, playwright, critic, and Nobel Prize laureate, T. S. Eliot, was born on this day in 1888 (died 1965).
I’m not really in over my head, but I have plenty to do. We’ve had this conversation.
And, I’m pretty sure I told you that I prefer to be busy.
Granted, I just came off a weekend when I wondered why I’d committed to so many things, even after quitting the weekend job. And granted, I’m still in the midst of a particularly busy time at the day job.
Again, I’m pretty sure I mentioned that.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been so busy that September seems to have gone rather quickly. I mean, wasn’t yesterday Labor Day Monday?
Of course it wasn’t…it just seems like it.
But leaves are already falling, perhaps because it’s been so try. In Southwest Virginia the fall colors are starting to emerge.
And, day by day, we see the daily, usually manufactured, outrages on social media.
I don’t want to play. So, I’m not.
I’m going to continue writing the things that need to be written, reading the things that need to be read. And, this weekend, I’ll be directing the things (one of them anyway) that need to be directed.
I’ll be directing “Toil and…” by David Guaspari for the Red Eye 10s International Play Festival, being hosted again this year at CAT Theatre. We’re the Eastern Time Zone location. By the time our shows go up on Saturday evening they will have been performed in Japan, Germany, and Ireland.
“Toil and…” is based on The Scottish Play. And that’s all I’ll say about it right now, except that it’s witty and funny, and I’m looking forward to the challenge.
What I will say is that if you’re reading this and just happen to have three, really bad, bridesmaid dresses from the 1980s…you know the kind…puffy sleeves, iridescent material…I could put them to good use.
Or, at least some use.
Not to worry, last night I also did a new edit of my own script. More exactly I went through and marked up the areas that need to be edited or rewritten. There’s work to do, but I’ve made considerable progress.
It’s a matter of discipline. I really want the script to be finished so that I can start talking playwriting contests and productions. But it’s just not there yet.
The greater challenge comes with some novel projects that are calling from my shelves. I reorganized the office a bit over the weekend and there they were, feeling neglected.
In a sense, my art is suffering for my art.
Don’t talk to me about the unfinished canvas.
I’m not that tall.
American singer and actress, Julie London, was born on this day in 1926 (died 2000).