This year is flying past, so my May was a blur of singing, laughing, and flowers. There are a whole lot less pleasant ways for 2018 to go by, so you won’t catch me complaining. I feel an unprecedented love and happiness in my life right now. The fall semester ended with the same kind of feeling, but after the spring semester, it has reached astronomical levels.
So. Much. Love.
A few rehearsal updates from Oliver! When I last wrote, I mentioned I needed to learn to speak the same language as the director, Jim. He has a way of communicating that is foreign from my way of communicating, and in order to be the best Nancy I can be, I need to become fluent in Jim-ese. At last night’s rehearsal, I was able to better anticipate what he wanted, so that I could be where he would tell me to go before he could tell me to be there.
My brief stint as a Boy Scout taught me to always be prepared, and that came in handy, too. If you’re not familiar with the musical, there are many, many children. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my extended stint as a mother, it’s that children are not the best at being prepared. So, when Jim started telling the kids to write down their blocking in their scripts (some of which I’m not sure were even old enough to read, let alone write) they looked at him blankly. No one thought to bring a pencil. Cue me, appearing on stage and suddenly handing pencils to the ones who looked old enough to write. Nancy saves the day!
Later in the rehearsal, an adorable little girl looked up at me with wide eyes and said “You pulled pencils from your ponytail!” Heck yes, I did, kiddo. Not all heroes wear capes.
As it has been quite a while since I’ve had time to read for fun, I’ve been excited to get back to my large stack of books. I’ve been reading “Monstrous Creatures” by Aaron Mahnke, and I made a late-night trip to a bookstore to pick up his newest book, “Wicked Mortals.” I’m a huge fan of the Lore podcast, so reading these stories, written in his standard informal way of speaking, is a lot of fun. However, as most of my reading happens right before bed, I must confess my dreams have been a bit warped. May be time to switch to daytime reading.
Of course, I need to write here about, well, writing. I am a writer, after all, and I’ve done very little writing in the last year or so that wasn’t graded. After listening to “Followed the Waves” by Auf der Maur (That is, Melissa Auf der Maur, former bassist for Hole, and curly-haired, alto goddess) I was inspired to write a short story about a siren singing karaoke. As always happens with my writing, though, what starts out as a light-hearted story somehow ends up deep and meaningful, so there’s no telling where I’ll end up. And, of course, there’s my novel, Uprooted, that has been collecting dust. It might be a good idea to start reading back through my notes and see if the story is even still there. My muse may have lost patience with me and sent it somewhere else to be written.
I have been asked by two writer-friends to collaborate on some very interesting projects. One is to write erotica, but please understand that we are such goofballs, what we’ll most likely end up with is something Chuck Tingle-esque. We don’t have a serious bone in our bodies… Spiros! That should be the title of our first story. When I become a millionaire for writing nonsensical sex tales, I hope my mom and dad will still be proud of me. Heh.
The second project is a little less silly. Despite my love for the macabre, I am not very good at writing horror. I was assigned a horror script for my class, and somehow managed to pull that off by tapping into my fascination with Victorian spiritualism, but Stephen King, I am not. So when a fellow writer, who also happens to be one of my favorite people in the world, asked to collaborate on a horror story, I was heckin’ excited. This gives me the opportunity to branch out in a direction I’m not used to and learn some things in the process. Carrie never would have seen the light of day if not for Tabitha King, so sometimes two writers are just what is needed to make a masterpiece. (We can slap-fight later to decide which of us is Stephen and which is Tabitha.)
I suppose my point with this post is just to say that everything is right in my world. I am madly in love. Life is beautiful. Great things are happening and even greater things are on the horizon.