Purging demons.

This pandemic, amirite? Boy oh boy. It’s been a minute since we chatted and JEEZ LOUISE a lot has gone down. Dunno about you but I’ve been having trouble writing/focusing/dressing/etc.  I’ve been trying to purge the demons by playing Beat Saber til I drop and building weird things out of wood and staying off Zoom as much as possible.

BUT ALSO. I’ve been making a book. With two theater pals. Which is like, the best demon-purger ever. I don’t wanna say too much because we have no official drop date, but so far we have a digital proof and a cover design and are in the process of editing. So.

Also? You might be in it. If not, you probably know someone who is. Go peek at the list of contributors if you’re curious. The book is like 350 pages and includes illustrations, photographs, poems, scenes, sheet music, typographical art… it’s kind of like a jumbled snapshot of how we were all feeling roughly two months after our profession disappeared. It took major guts for these artists to figure out how to distill their feelings to a single 5×8 page, and the result is astonishing and moving and truly badass.

More soon, hopefully. But for now, here’s the cover (kind of says it all):

Book cover.

Not homesick at all.

No I won’t bore you with how much I adore being back in NYC in the fall, or how last week the weather was the perfect mix of rain and warmth specifically designed to tear a hole in me, or how my final evening there was spent wandering from karaoke bar to karaoke bar singing my own greatest hits until 4am, or how amazed/excited I am that the play I’m writing seems to *actually* be working. Instead (and apologies to folks who get this via email without images) here are some pictures from my week in the city followed by a gif of me falling off a mechanical bull because YOU DESERVE IT and YES I AM TOTALLY FINE and YOU ARE VERY WELCOME…

Enter at your own peril.
She is a warrior.
A page from my play that mentions genitalia.
Bowl of beans + man-bun = emoji hearts.
A consternated mosaic.
I own many Rothy’s.
She likes The Lion King.
A $43 cup of wine I purchased at Slave Play on Broadway without asking the price first. Lesson learned. ☹️
He matters.
You matter.
…your kindness during this challenging time is greatly appreciated…

Punching muffins.

Hi again.

I powered down in mid-May due to some pretty gnarly personal stuff, but I think I’m back online now. Partially. For those of you who happen to reside in NYC or SF, I have a couple newsy things to report. But for the rest of you, nuttin’ but a muffin.

Muffin to see here.

If you wanna know I feel about muffins, click this.

I hate muffins. I don’t know why. Something about the shape. Like they refuse to have one. And the aggressive sweetness. I kinda wanna smash them with my fist. I was gonna say “punch,” but if you punch a muffin it just flies off the table. Which means the muffin has won. Which is unacceptable.

So. NYC! What are you doing next Friday the 13th, besides feeling spooky? I have a reading of my new play SO UM THANK YOU directed by Kip Fagan, but you gotta RSVP because space is limited. We are doing two presentations, one at 12PM (audience will be seated in chairs) and one at 3PM (audience will be taking a yoga class). You can be a total beginner. It’s not a hard class. We’ll be in the Robert Moss Theater at 440 Lafayette St. on the 3rd floor. BYO mat! But we have some too.

And. SF! Or Berkeley, to be precise. My play ELEVADA directed by Susannah Martin will be running from Oct 17 – Nov 17 at Shotgun Players. I just rewrote the whole dang thing top to bottom. It’s a romantic comedy. Kind of.

She has phantom hair! He has phantom antlers! WHAT IS GOING ON?

Hopefully I’ll see you on one of the coasts at one of the gigs. Otherwise I’ll be in a cafe somewhere getting churlish around baked goods for no reason. xo