It's the middle of the night and I'm wide, wild, and wooly awake - -
When a person is a playwright, and two of the plays written are about to launch, the playwright often has a difficult time settling down at the end of the day.
So it is for me - right now.
Two plays - two delights -
And two - my show, EFFIGY - not as funny, but certainly humorous - premieres at my own Minneapolis-based Mixed Blood Theatre in August.
Of course - a reasonable playwright would sleep well under these conditions.
"My work is done," a reasonable person would say. "Time now for Pinot Grigio on the patio at W.A. Frost's."
Instead, I'm wide awake, imagining new scripts and new directions.
One will be with the Minnesota Historical Society and the commission I'm about to begin on our shared, new production with Tim Stolz.
Another is certainly the play I'm revising for a Midwest theatrical producer.
And a third is my stalled, new show "Growing Up Goodrich."
But Goodrich will have to wait for a while.
I'm dreaming of an effigy-laden summer! Tonight I designed the postcards, created the posters and fussed over the Mixed Blood stage diagrams given to me by the delightful Fringe Festival professionals.
The park bench is assembled - a dear friend is creating my "hanging tree" and tying a fresh, hard noose. He does this for me from memory. The Boy Scouts, it seems, teach their Cub Scouts to tie a hang man's noose. Go figure.
And while you're figuring, I'm going to go to bed.
It's been a wonderful, wonderful day - and although I hate it to end, another awaits after a few hours sleep.
My wish for you - that one day you will be as happy as I am.
Never, never walk away from your art.
Dance, sing, create, and dare. In the end it is the only thing that saves us.
I know this. Because art continues to save me.