In honor of International Women’s Day, I’m apparently only writing plays that start with W.
WITCH, a commission for Writers Theatre in Chicago, and a chance to get fresh with Jacobean drama.
WINK at Marin Theatre Company, a chance to get fresh in general.
W is also for Wandering, which is what you sometimes do when the Writer’s room ends for the day…
Pool, comma, SHARKSSSSS. Last night we sharked some more, tonight we open.
Halfway through previews, and remembering back in the day, all those many lifetimes ago, when we were still in the rehearsal room… and (apparently) looking pensive.
On the walk back from Cincy Playhouse last night, after Preview 1. It’s suddenly summer again, the blossoms have made it, and Benadryl the cat is in fine form, at top volume.
I know you went from 75 degrees to a snowstorm, but hang in there…
…means time to make some food and lay down some tracks. (My area of responsibility resides in the eating of the food, and has nothing whatsoever to do with the tracks.)
Another day, another state, another moment in which Daniel Kluger teaches actors our strange and twisted songs.
Writing songs with Daniel Kluger for the Cincinnati Playhouse production of All The Roads Home, directed by Lee Sunday Evans. Our back-up singer takes a nap while I’m rewriting lyrics: