It is another lovely warm day in the Mohawk Valley, and I am not in any position to enjoy it. Much. OK, I’m loving it. Only I would love to go running again and I cannot.
Today is the read-through for Leading Ladies, (all together now:) the play I am directing at Ilion Little Theatre. We haven’t even started yet and I am stressed, Stressed, STRESSED! Oh dear, mustn’t admit that. I hope none of my cast members read this. They might get worried and quit. I’m thinking as soon as we get started I will be fine. There may be one bad moment at the beginning, where everybody is looking at me expectantly and my mind will go completely blank. I’ll tell you what, the Actor’s Nightmare is nothing compared to the Director’s HeebieJeebies.
However, it will not last long, if it even occurs. I’ll start talking, and then we’ll rehearse. I don’t know why I’m even worried, but there it is. And here I am in the middle of a Wuss-out Wednesday post, trying to remember what-all I thought I absolutely had to get done before heading over to the theatre.
Here’s the funny thing: it did not even occur to me to write a blog post on a break at work today. I had planned to work on next month’s article for Mohawk Valley Living, the deadline for which is looming. Unfortunately, I brought the wrong notebook to work with me. You might think that once I realized that, my thoughts would turn to what other useful writing I could do. Instead I started looking at the script, because I am still struggling with working out a rehearsal schedule.
That was arguably another useful thing to do, but it doesn’t help you much, does it? Here you tuned into a blog, hoping to read something good, and what did you find? Me. Then again, regular readers are probably not surprised. I guess I’m not either. Tune in again tomorrow, and we’ll see if I resort to Non-Sequitur Thursday.