News and Musings
So first, some lovely news, via old friend Danielle: SMASHING is play of the month @ Drama Books in NYC:
http://www.dramabookshop.com/october-...
it's recently been published in book edition by Broadway Play Publishing (with a rad cover, a graphic from the show, sketched by Erik Flatmo). Check it out!
And a few thoughts while wandering San Francisco. In my book, I talk about a particular week in August, 2002, when I went to Chicago to rehearse a play. During my free time, I would find myself wandering around "looking for the past." I'd grown up in Chicago and had all sorts of nostalgia about both the city itself the friends I'd loved so dearly (and lost, eventually) in my 20's. But I discovered that something inside of me had shifted and thus, I "the past has no business with me." It was, I wrote, as if the receptors through which this nostalgia -- the past, the ghosts -- could reach me had closed themselves off. There were no receptors and thus, no sentimental experience. I was free.
Being in San Francisco this weekend has been like that. I've been wandering 16th Street looking for the ghost of the me who lived here the summer of 1996. She's not here. The one corner with any nostalgia is Valencia and 21st, where "Noah" and I got busted for eating out of the bulk food bins at Valencia Street Whole Foods (okay, once!). We were on that corner a lot.
But San Francisco isn't about the past for me. It's about a very rich present in which I am pregnant and expecting a child, workshopping a new play with wonderful collaborators and buying ABC books for the little boy who's coming to join mine and Gordon's life. In this present, I visit museums. I walk up Mission Street. I explore without any expectation of the past meeting me or informing me. It is unwritten. And unfolding....
http://www.dramabookshop.com/october-...
it's recently been published in book edition by Broadway Play Publishing (with a rad cover, a graphic from the show, sketched by Erik Flatmo). Check it out!
And a few thoughts while wandering San Francisco. In my book, I talk about a particular week in August, 2002, when I went to Chicago to rehearse a play. During my free time, I would find myself wandering around "looking for the past." I'd grown up in Chicago and had all sorts of nostalgia about both the city itself the friends I'd loved so dearly (and lost, eventually) in my 20's. But I discovered that something inside of me had shifted and thus, I "the past has no business with me." It was, I wrote, as if the receptors through which this nostalgia -- the past, the ghosts -- could reach me had closed themselves off. There were no receptors and thus, no sentimental experience. I was free.
Being in San Francisco this weekend has been like that. I've been wandering 16th Street looking for the ghost of the me who lived here the summer of 1996. She's not here. The one corner with any nostalgia is Valencia and 21st, where "Noah" and I got busted for eating out of the bulk food bins at Valencia Street Whole Foods (okay, once!). We were on that corner a lot.
But San Francisco isn't about the past for me. It's about a very rich present in which I am pregnant and expecting a child, workshopping a new play with wonderful collaborators and buying ABC books for the little boy who's coming to join mine and Gordon's life. In this present, I visit museums. I walk up Mission Street. I explore without any expectation of the past meeting me or informing me. It is unwritten. And unfolding....
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