I have visions of sugarplums dancing in my head.
But in my head, sugarplums means planning and plotting and scheming up workshops-to-be for my body of work. What if I could get a theater to fund a 3-day Viewpoints workshop for 2Y20M? What if I could take my next draft of Possession site-specific, table-reading it in an abandoned house? Hey, what about workshopping The Mongoose and the Cobra in a hotel room?
I have a nice desk, and a nice routine of getting up early and sitting at said desk and writing, but making, that’s something very different. Making is that barely-formed notion I can’t quite pin down and plot yet, for which I’d like a field and a lacrosse team (really, I’m not kidding) to work out my ideas. Two lacrosse teams, actually. Also, I’d like a field trip to the Saratoga battlefield, permission to roam the Galleries Lafayette in Paris after closing, and acting lessons for this solo show I’m brewing.
I spent a lot of the theater season just pass sitting down: thinking, writing, reading. It was great. I think I’m rested now. Time to get moving.