Same Old Same Old

As I mentioned last week, as I’m finishing the revisions for my two SNC submissions, I’ve been leading a relatively uneventful life. I won’t bore you with the details again, because like I posted last time, there’s only so many ways to describe me sitting on my couch.

However, there are a surprising number of auditions taking place this week, so I’ll be flexing my acting muscles a little more than I have been. I would have gone to one this morning, in fact, and since it’s been a while I would have written another of my early morning live-blogs to walk you through the bleary-eyed world of the AEA Audition Center at 6 in the morning. However, I participated in a private table read of Peter Shaffer’s Amadeus yesterday, making my way through the crowds of activists and revelers celebrating Pride yesterday in order to get from my day job across town to the studio where it was being held. Combine that with our accustomed hard partying after the reading, and I was in no shape to wake up at 4 o’clock this morning.

A renewed focus on auditioning will have to wait, at least a few more days.

And so, eventful days like yesterday aside, things go on pretty much as they have been.

I’m still editing two mock-Elizabethan plays, with a month left to finish all work on them.

I’m still trying to arrange productions for my existing scripts.

I’m still holed up with my cat in my Bronx apartment as I do all this.

I’m still trying to figure out how the arts – which require some baseline capacity for human empathy in order to exist – can function in a society where large numbers of its citizens still need to be told that locking babies in cages is a bad thing.

I’ll probably still be doing all this next week as well.

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