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Update

So I actually found myself with a little free time today, and thought I would put something up here for anybody curious about what I am up to lately.

It's a very busy semester! I'm in the process of rehearsing Romeo and Juliet, which has been taking up the bulk of my time. We open on February 22nd or something, and are running alternately with a production of the Tempest in the same space. Playing Romeo is nuts. I have notes in my journal from my time in London about the various actors I saw play the part over there, and I was very critical. Now that I'm in their shoes, I'm much more sympathetic. Of course, once there are some pictures I'll put them up here.

The second show of the semester was supposed to be "The Inspector General" but it got canceled for reasons passing human understanding. Still no official word on what will take its place, so for now we are just not thinking about it.

This semester we also have to prepare a showcase for theaters considering us for internships, as well as write, rehearse, and stage a one-person show which serves as our master's thesis. I just completed yet another first draft for my show, which will inevitably lead to another first draft. Maybe someday I'll finish a second draft. It's a frustrating process.

So all of that plus homework, plus teaching undergraduates, plus trying to find time to breathe leads to one exciting semester. By the end of the second week I was already facing major nervous breakdowns. But when I really stop to think about it, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than this right now.

I'll try to update more often. Send me an e-mail, friends!

Comments

Spencer G said…
I want more info on being Romeo... has it been as bad as you feared? Have you bulked up?

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