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I’m really sorry, guys, but the next chapter of OPH won’t be online today as I’d intended. I’ve got the day off from work, which would have given me plenty of time to record and edit a 30-minute episode, but I woke up to a pretty horrific discovery. I’ve got no voice.
Let me restate that: I’m in a play that has a show at 7:30 p.m. tonight and I have no voice.
I didn’t notice it right away. I woke up and proceeded in the usual daily routine, and as I was alone I didn’t have any reason to talk to anyone. My throat doesn’t hurt at all. Then I finally said something (good morning to the cat, if you must know) and I sounded like I was being strangled by Betty White in the season premiere of Community.
So I’m off to Wal-Mart for tea, honey, lemon, lozenges, and perhaps something to prevent me from freaking out. I’m horribly sorry to delay the podcast one more time, friends, but as I can’t really talk today, it’s not going to happen. I will put out the chapter as soon as I possibly can. Thanks for understanding.
Tonight is our audience dress rehearsal for All the Great Books (Abridged). I’m excited, thrilled, and horribly busy, which is why there was no Everything But Imaginary column this week and why — I’m sorry, guys — no Other People’s Heroes chapter today. I’d like to put one up this weekend, but I don’t want to promise it either. I don’t know for sure if I’ll get it up. But as soon as the play is over, I vow, I shall return to a more normal schedule. In the meantime, I love you all.
Friday is our opening night. Thursday we go before an audience for our dress rehearsal preview night. Tonight we had almost all of our props and costumes, plus lighting and sound cues for the first time. Utter chaos, but in a great way.
All the Great Books (Abridged) is going to be a fantastic show, folks. Reserve your tickets if you’re in town, and forgive my sporadic posting this week if you’re not!
If you’re waiting for this week’s Everything But Imaginary, I’m hoping to have it online tomorrow. The play opens next week, and rehearsals and preparations have eaten up an awful lot of time. I appreciate your understanding. If you understand. If you don’t understand, then screw you.
Anyway! How about a quick preview of the show? Sherlock Blake!
Tonight was our first rehearsal in the theatre. We used all the props and costumes we have so far, which is more than 50 percent of them. It was the most exhausting rehearsal I’ve ever had. It was glorious. Also, I’m pretty damn certain that the photographer from the newspaper is going to use the picture of me wearing a bucket on my head and with a mop between my legs. Probably on the front page.
The set is looking great:
I’m spending today in Thibodaux, working on the set and props for our upcoming production of “All the Great Books Abridged.” Some may ask, given the fact that I do work a full-time job and I start most days on Twitter complaining that I woke up too early, why I devote so much of my time to theatre productions like this one – community theatre productions at that, shows where any “payment” for your work comes in the form of the Playhouse providing the sodas at the pot luck cast party.
And the truth is, more than anything else (except Erin), it makes me feel ALIVE.
When I’m on stage, my aching back stops aching for a while. I stop feeling tired. I have more energy and vigor than I do anyplace else in the world. Maybe it’s adrenaline, maybe it’s the fact that I can lose myself in someone else, maybe it’s all psychosomatic. I don’t know. But the fact is when I’m on stage I feel better than I do almost any other time. I may never win an Oscar, but I don’t care.
That’s why I’m willing to spend my Saturday with like-minded people making things like this set and getting ready for two intensive weeks of work that I won’t get famous for, won’t even get PAID for, and which many in the audience will forget by next week. I do it for myself, the rest of my cast and crew, and the awesome few that will remember.