Gettin' through it

Ok. The time for fetal positioning and panicking is over.

I've decisively decided which direction I'm chosing for the Short Play Festival, and last night I spent three hours going over the script as it stands. I've got some trimming to do, obviously, but it's a better position than having scary blank pages.

That being said, I'd still like to revisit the other show I was working on some day. I really did like the synopsis, but to be fair to it, I think I'd need more than 45 minutes to explore the story. And more than a couple of weeks to write it.

So now, I have to finish editing and sculpting out the framework for the show, find a director, create promo material, write a press release, and rehearse this thing. I've got offers of help for a lot of stuff, and I feel very fortunate that I have talented people in my life who are willing to lend a hand when I need it. It's a really good feeling.

It's also really lovely to be told "I believe in you", when you're swimming in self doubt. I should really never take that kind of support for granted, ever again. When I'm told that, it gives me a shake, helps me to recall, "Oh, shit. Yeah, I CAN do this. Now quit being a pussy and get to it!"

Tighten down the storyline! More funny! Find a throughline, create a cohesive theme! Hoist those bales, tote that barge!

I'll be fine.