So, I thought I would sleep last night...but nope. Not a wink. Well, maybe I nodded once or twice. But only to be jarred back awake by the anxiety train that was driving through me. Tonight two of my plays are getting a stage reading. TWO. At the time I was invited to do this, it sounded like such a great honor, such a great idea. Today, I can hardly breathe thinking about it. Two one-act plays. Both to be dissected by the audience. With an intermission in-between...for the anxiety to build. What was I thinking! I found myself, at two o'clock this morning, reading these plays...trying to be objective, trying to find something good in them. The mind is a terrible thing to use. At 7pm Toronto time, the torture will commence. Yes, I'm terribly excited. My family will be there...my once fraction and broken family. My partner will be there. Friends will be there. I don't know how ticket sales went, but I've seen it advertised all over the place. I don't know how well stage-readings even sell. I've never been to one. It's not a full production, so I'm unsure if people care to see them or not. I've always been interested in them, myself, but that may be because I'm a playwright. Who knows. Anyway, here I am...ready for the firing squad. Hopeful...but tired.
Anyone have any insights into what I should expect? Feedback wise? I'm not sure how much they delve into these things? I should be prepared to take copious notes, I suppose. ACK. I'm a wreck. 7-9. It's only two hours of my life... THEATRE 3x60 - The History of Us & King of the Crease
Anyone have any insights into what I should expect? Feedback wise? I'm not sure how much they delve into these things? I should be prepared to take copious notes, I suppose. ACK. I'm a wreck. 7-9. It's only two hours of my life... THEATRE 3x60 - The History of Us & King of the Crease
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