Previews are going well. My parents are in town, actually, to see the play tomorrow and to visit. They came from Seattle today.

The show opens Friday, and I go to Vancouver Saturday, to visit Krist3l and miQ. And then a whole week off, and then travels, ending in NYC. This will be the first time in more time than I care to think of that I haven’t known what my next show is, the first real vacation since graduating from college almost four years ago, and the first time in over ten years that I am letting directing rest for a bit to focus on writing. I am looking forward to all these things with the tangible anticipation of wanting to eat dinner, or drive fast.

I’ve been reading YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN and voyeuristically drooling over descriptions of being a Writer in New York. I expect it to be every bit as awful and painstaking as the book describes, and fraught with just as many terrible problems, but I still want it like a bad metaphor.