People reflect on the new year, what they did, who they did, who they are
I think we should be doing this all the time. I think it's been helpful for me to look at my character regularly, not just once a year.
I get nauseated at some of these. And yet, somehow, I'm doing it anyway.
I appreciate benchmarks and the structure they provide.
2 productions of full lengths
4 productions of shorts
Wrote 2 new full lengths and started a third while drastically revising two others.
A bunch o readings and workshops with new relationships with amazing companies and artists
More rejection taken mostly gracefully
I've written things that made me laugh and sometimes other people laugh
I've written things that scare me
New relationship. Like the romantic kind.
New kick ass friends.
My grandma survived a huge, life altering amazing surgery and did it like a champ
Made money from playwriting (a first)
2 publications of my work came out
I lost one of my closest friends, Dan, a man who inspired me, supported me, was a friend and champion. A man who helped me become both the writer and person I am.
We dedicated Ducks to Dan. We went to Vermont to workshop it in his house.
I sold my car, Milton, a great asset for years
Trip to Israel for the first time
Connection with new family
I got the big room in my apartment AND painted it
Middle Voice has a writers group
Got clearer about some health stuff
Became less afraid of some things
Became more afraid of others
I got an ipad with a keyboard so I can carry it around and write plays and have less strain on my neck
I loved a lot of people
This year was hard. And wonderful.
Happy New Year, Booboos.
I did some tonight.
I'm usually opposed to people digitally posting about physical fitness. However, I totally channeled this kid.
In my living room. Inbetween episodes of the West Wing.
Fanciest wedding I may ever go to.
IT WAS LIKE PROM.
CONGRATS TO THE BEAUTIFUL COUPLE.
Check out my banging group of best lady friends
My immensely awesome friends Jamie and Asher are getting married tomorrow at the New York Public Library. It's going to be faaaancy. Jamie's going to look like a princess. I'm probably going to look like a really weird mermaid. Weddings are totally sometimes like grown up prom.
Anyway. Jamie and Asher are really special and so I recorded a rapping e-card for them dressed like a garden gnome named Schmuel.
Things to know: Jamie wanted a Christmas tree one year. On account of, you know, Judaism, Asher said no. So, they created GNOMENON, where they can, at any moment in the entire month of december, give each other a gnome gift. It's genius. And yes, friends, they are getting married during gnomenon.
Other things to know:
-They have a same sex Ketubah (marriage contract) because they're cool and gender etc.
-Chatah means Groom. Kallah means bride.
-Asher makes furniture. His last name is Israelow. She is taking it.
-Daven is to pray
-There will inevitably be women not dressed appropriately when we're at B'nai Jeshurun, the temple where the actual ceremony is
-People call it BJ
-I've never successfully embedded a video to my website before
Was the kind of day where I shamelessly google things like "positive messages"
So a thing about taking care of kids (so just being a person) is that sometimes you catch gnarley stomach flus that have you voming things you didn't even know were inside you every 20 minutes.
And then you find out, again, that the dude you're with rules. Cause he takes care of you like a champ.
And then you give him the vomit death flu.
And then you can't take care of him because you still have it. And so your 75 year old pops hobbles into a cab and brings him the above care package purchased by your mom after a baller Zabars run.
Not pictured here: Near a gallon of Arties Chicken Soup, arguably the best chicken soup.
umm...the people in my life...
It's snowing and beautiful and, at 7am before there were signs of slush and city barf and sewage and dog urine, the snow fell and all I wanted were warm socks and a puppy and cocoa (I can't drink cocoa) so I could snuggle and enjoy the indoors and outdoors and feel still and quiet and other things one experiences in the state of Vermont.
Instead I had snoring boyfriend and a head injury I have to get an MRI for and no socks (don't tell my grandma who has a thing about sockless feet) and pipes you'd think were auditioning for STOMP but I still had the first substantial snowy morning of winter that isn't technically winter yet. Oh, and like a million other good things. Including the snoring boyfriend.
Because, I, my friends, lead a special, special life.
Featured here my hat twinsie/director friend Jaki Bradley.
Not featured here: the pile of macrobiotic food we ate while talking about life and plays and boys and families and hats while staring deeply into each others eyes while also wearing substantial sweaters.
I am an optimist.