It’s May. How did that happen?
I’m not really sure. Barrelling through 13 and my Sugar House workshop and holding down all my jobs, I guess.
I blinked and here we are.
June is calling. I taught my last classroom workshop yesterdayat PS3 with Michael Wiggins. About the Butterfly Garden. To kindergarteners and 1st graders. Can’t think of a better way to go out. I hadn’t realized that was the last thing I had booked until I taught it and then was like, “Damn. I guess that’s it.” I’m a little sad. They remind me of what is most beautiful about this theater thing that we do. That it is about play and imagination.
I will have to remember that as I continue to slave over the current play and dream about the new one. I am chomping at the bit to get started on the new thing, but I know that I have to be patient, and I can’t race ahead like I usually do, because that will certainly make a mess. There’s a lot of research to be done first. Patience. Trying to learn patience.
There are 5 readings to plan for 2g and a big rewrite to sink my teeth into and my fellowship at Teacher & Writers to finish out, but first, so I have enough gas to get through this next stretch, I think I have to go off the grid for two days. Like off. No 100 emails, no phone calls, no text messages, just…silence.
I have never done this before, and I am not sure I will be wholly successful, but I have to try. So I can recharge the battery and have enough left. T-minus 4 hours and twenty minutes to “off.” I’m excited.
