This weekend Ground UP Productions did a generous and beautiful workshop weekend where they brought me and a group of actors to my favorite house/new play development grounds on the planet to read the four full lengths I have developed in the last year and a half/2 years. It was a weekend where we got to read my work and I got to both look at the individual plays themselves and what's working and what isn't, but also look at my recent body of work and see what is working on a larger scale, where I need to grow, and what I'm writing about.
What I found was that a) I love writing plays b) I am proud of my work c) I got to track growth in the development of my voice as a writer d) I was reminded that challenges/areas of growth are exciting as opposed to a drag/annoyance e) getting out of the city is amazing for the soul. e) DONT DRIVE A CAR OUT OF GAS INTO A DITCH f) people from Vermont are reeeeal nice.
I can't wait to keep writing. I can't wait to finish this draft of We Pray to Elephants. I can't wait to see where some of these plays go. I can't wait to ask for help in the places I need it.
I love what I do (I know I already said that). I'm really grateful.
The thing that I am always reminded of is something my dear mentor always says; that after food and shelter we need stories so we know we're not alone.
HERE ARE PHOTOS:
Which means a lot of cooking and yelling and my grandfather hiding extra afikomen to piss off my uncle and off key mumblings of songs people remember only the first verse to and my uncles cinnamon asparagus which is not as terrifying as it sounds and my grandfather shaking the table, telling the same story of his grandfather shaking the table and the kids believing Elijah was there, and no one but me and my uncle (sorta) being able to read Hebrew anymore and laughing and long themed speeches by my relatives and the same photocopied kid friendly prayer books we've been using for over 20 years.
I like it because it's one of the more socially conscious holidays, because it's a part of our shared history, because we have found out who we are as a family over the years while hard boiling eggs and mashing apples and singing about frogs and God and freedom.
Chag Sameach, Booboos.
HERE ARE SOME BLURRY PHOTOS FROM MY SEDER:
I am an optimist.