I spent my precious free moments today trying not to think about The Project. Much more fun to lick my wounds, right?
I lost that battle and surrendered to the Projects. I have notes to myself all over the house. On receipts, on envelopes, on Post-Its.
Thoughts of figuring out some technical aspects interwoven with thoughts of characters and pacing.
I made a schedule for writing and researching for the show. Hours wrestled from sleep and rescued from commitments that will be ending this week. Mothering of two toddlers not compromised.
Draft by New Years.
Appropriate (and much drooled-over) scripting software will be here tomorrow.
Sorted my pile of musical theater DVDs to refresh and inspire (or terrorize) myself. Made a Netflix list.
I can’t not do this. I keep saying that, so it’s time to act on it.
I’m reminded of an improv note I got once, “THIS is the moment. Don’t build to a moment down the road. Make this the moment. Then make the next moment that moment.”
I’m back up again.