I went to the Drama Bookshop.
I parused the short play section.
I WAS THERE.
Then I made a squak/squeal of a noise. And cried.
Which is normal behavior in the Drama Bookshop.
Neither of those things happened.
However, first time I got to see my name on a book on a shelf in a store that sells books, I got to document it. Thank you, instagram.
#lucky #yaywritingplays #swimminginroyalties
Last night I got to go to a Sam French event for OOB. I did a video interview for them-they asked standard questions favorite moment, why Sam French etc. And I had a memory of a feeling that is what is so exciting about being at this phase of my career. It was last year, right before my show started when the lights dimmed and this video played and I was sitting next to my director and had this moment: I'm being produced at Theater Row. This is happening. I am a playwright...professionally. My play is about to happen at theater row.
I'm so lucky that I am still so early in my career. I mean sometimes it's frustrating, for sure, but sometimes it's fantastic because doing something for the first time, when big dreams start to materialize in small ways, it's easy to be enthusiastic.
And it's easier to hold on to the magic of possibility. I still get to discover...a lot.
Striving for awe and wonder can be a difficult thing.
I guess that's how you grow up and things don't get stale.
Awe and wonder.
I got teary on the video.
(Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to be a crazy old jaded playwright wearing my moomoo too someone else's opening night and saying inappropriate things about I dunno, space, while getting actors to fetch me club soda. I. Can't. Wait.)
Anyway, then they put me on a panel with a bunch of other past OOB winners. They were lovely.
I made this face.
Them=lovely. Me=This face.
I was into it.
I am an optimist.