While walking to a meeting last night, I came across an entrepreneur selling paperbacks in the soft evening sunlight.
Well, of course I got some play scripts. One of which was “The Marowitz Hamlet”.
All the words are from Shakespeare, but not necessarily in the right order and maybe even not spoken by the same character. I gotta say, this script grabbed me and got the directing part of my brain running visuals. Think I even have some marketing ideas.
So it’s not all bad being denied acting prep time. Just have to remember not to waste that precious resource.
Mother of God, that was an annoying cold. Except for Monday, not bad enough to miss work for, but still draining yet also keeping me awake at night coughing. Sheesh.
But, to compensate, I am putting on my producer’s hat a couple of times this weekend and my simple audience member hat a couple of other times. So life is good.
There is a big energy on Yonge Street tonight. A whole bunch of Canadians enjoying warm weather after a day off work.
There is a big energy in me, too. My SummerWorks submission didn’t make it. Times past, I would have folded like an accordion. But now I’m all “Oh yeah? Then I’mma doit myself, mofos!”
Tired of letting other people dictate to me how talented I should be. And my apologies to any black people who read this entry. I was in the moment.
It’d be nice to have a separate producer for this show.
It’d be nice to be part of a huge company.
It’d be nice to just direct.
Things would be spread out more. On the other hand, larger groups get into more politics and b-s. And I couldn’t be the control freak I am now. Trade-offs, trade-offs. Still, I wish someone else was looking for my obscure prop right now.
The little things about period productions. Like petticoats, for example. Being a dumb 21st century male, how was I supposed to know of such things? Still, if that’s the biggest problem I have to face for the rest of the production, I’m laughing.