2:00 pm, May 21,
2014; Lonsdale Quay.
Fucking, pinch me.
It is real. Presentation House is going to produce my show, HoMe, in April 2015 or June 2015.
Hearing Kim explain how the work-shopping would work and how production
meetings would play out was like hearing Christiano Renaldo say: “First I am
going to take off your clothes and then I am going to fill your body with ecstasy.”
Hearing Kim
reference a “designer” for the show “production manager” gave me feelings
beyond my capacity to put into words.
I will be
performing in a professional show that I have written on the stage I built 36
years ago. Kim had these amazing quotes by famous authors about “going home
again.” I feel like God’s favored son.
The theatre had
its inaugural opening in 1977. North
Shore Live, the first professional show I conceived and produced, had its
opening there in 198? And now HoMe
will open there next year.
I ask myself: Why
me? I ask myself: Why all this good fortune now (HoMe, my book maybe going big, Warren’s belief in Knock Knock as a movie)? I worry it’s
all a joke, and some nasty punch-line is coming.
Earth-shattering
news like this shifts me into a different state of consciousness. Things become
hyper-real. I am a person whose play is going to be produced, getting on the
Seabus. I am a person whose play is going to be produced, walking home…. And I
want to tell people without seeming boastful. How do you do that? …Oh, before
you go, … Oh, speaking of June…
I also ponder. I
wonder why I didn’t write creatively before. Why was I always taking on big
administrative projects? I thing there are two big reasons. One: I love problem
solving for reward. It started with marks and scholarships and my porjects were
like puzzles to me. Second: Salary.
But the
exhilaration of this past two weeks was worth the wait. On the cusp of becoming
a (non self-) published author and definitely soon: produced playwright and screenwriter.
Fucking, pinch me.
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