Diary of an addict

I wasn't going to even try for another part in another show 'til summer. I was going to concentrate on work, and getting the little bits and pieces of my life back in order. Things like making sure each bill actually gets paid, instead of stuffed into the bottom of my purse. Things like returning phone calls. Things like shopping for groceries, and then eating the stuff I bought before it goes bad in the fridge because I chose a frozen dinner over a fresh salad because it's easier to prepare. I was so going to do all of this.

But the thing is, I had time off. I had a few weeks of time in the evenings. Not every evening, but more than a few. I read. Books, not just articles. I grocery shopped, and cooked. And froze the excess for later. shazam! I'm not saying I lined up all of the ducks, but I think it's safe to say that they're at least swimming in the same pond now. I was making progress.

And it drove me crazy. I had such an excess of creative energy that I couldn't concentrate at work. I was sketching costume ideas. I was designing posters. I was reading books on theatrical special effects and designing on a budget. I had all these ideas for things, but no one to talk to about them.

So I auditioned and got a part (or maybe parts) in a show for Christmastime. We meet tomorrow to discuss scheduling and get the script and parts. It's an ensemble piece, with some actors playing several parts. And it's for a company I really respect, but have never worked with. And I think they perform in the bigger space (seats about 10x more people), which I have only worked in a couple of times.

I can do this. Clearly, the trick is to stay on top of things, learn the lines early, etc. You know, just to keep the beast at bay. The beast that demands that I do something creative with my time here on earth.

I can quit anytime.