Five Minutes of Terror....

Phew! Well, I did it!
I went into class and I read my piece about being there for my Mom's death.
OH! - That was not an easy ride to get on. I could not stop thinking about it being my birthday ( I always miss her more on "holidays")...and it was a tough thing to speak those words a'loud because I was describing an extremely personal, intimate experience to a room full of relative strangers.

Truth be told - I was most worried that the piece would be too much "therapy" and not enough "theatre". Nothing makes me squirm more than seeing a show that has not been crafted but is rather too much RAW material. We've all seen those....many of them in our high school drama classes...which often include lines like, "Fuck you man - you DON'T understand me!" Yipes!

Fortunately I was able to discuss this worry with the class - and was assured that this was not the case. I went on to rewrite it - to recraft and highten - and then perform it at our last night for a small, invited audience. I was SHOCKED when the first half of the piece earned several laughs ( NOT my original intention!)...and all I could think in the moment was, "Oh - you guys are in for a real ride if you're laughing now...what the fuck is my next line?!" Anyhow....it went well. People laughed, cried and many talked to me afterwards ( always a good sign!). I am inspired now to keep working on the One Woman Show Challenge....

....all I need now is disipline! I haven't had any for 33 years...but it never hurts to turn over a new leaf!

Anyhow...just a short one for today...a step towards regular writing.

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