In Which the New Year Looks Promising

 I have never been so happy to ring out a year in my life.

The beginning of 2013 finds me healthy, happy, sleeping well, and constructing a fireplace, yet to be completed. When I think of my mindset a year ago, I am thankful for Woodi, who held my hand, for Bill, who listened, and for my students, who pulled me out of my head.

On tap for 2013:

A fireplace. Seriously.

A playwriting class, which I teach at University of Richmond. So far, I have eight students. I start Monday. I have no freaking idea what I'm doing, but am confident I'll think of something.

Hay Fever, by Noel Coward. I'm playing Judith. She's very Downton Abbey in a Maggie-Smith-meets-Greta-Garbo sort of way.

Spring Awakening, at U of R. I can rock a corset. Bring it!

And I was awarded a playwriting commission that involves adapting a holocaust survival story for the stage. This will culminate in a 2014 production, but it counts. Like my mentor says, "Think now, get paid later."

Travel. So many places I've never been, so many things I've never done: London Theatre (I know, RIGHT?!), Santa Fe, Northern California, Boston Red Sox, Canadian Rockies, and the aurora borealis. My fireplace is escorting me.

Garden. Knock out roses. A lot of them. And some azaleas, and shade-loving things. Mulch, no grass.

Unknown. Yesterday, I auditioned for a TVpilot, a series based on a novel by Steven King. Add to this category new friends, pleasant surprises, and a crowning glory, and I'm looking at a great year.

Looking forward, but savoring one day at a time. It's a good plan.
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