A New Twist in Life

I was asked by a person I know via the internet, who saw the "Check It Out" and did, why was I promoting someone's book. I explained that it my book I was promoting. My mother was asked by a very sweet lady if it was spiritual. I think to my mother's disappointment it's not. But I did realize by the title it could be percieved as such.

I started that story twenty years ago shortly after my daughter was born. She just turned twenty and my story will soon be published. Life's little ironies at work. It was a ten page outline that grew larger everytime I looked at it. If I compiled all the time I spent on it, it would equal out to two years. I would pick it up for a month or so, then put it down for a few years. I still wrote but it was short stories for my enjoyment. I had let people read them over the years. Rhode Island among the first. But there was never the time to devote like I wanted to.

I decided to take a chance and put my writing out there. See where this journey leads me. I have no expectations of this ride. I don't know what to expect. Its kind of like stepping into a room and the light only shines where you stand. Everything is pitch black around you and you only know the spot you stand in. Its going to be interesting to say the least. At the most it will provide some very entertaining discussions for the family.

Update!!!

We Did It!!!! Our play brought in the highest number of ticket sales for a non-musical. No Sex Please We're British was a smashing success in a bible belt. Go Figure. I do admit the ass backwards write up and the name might have something to do with the high sales. We had last minute changes, one of our actresses ended up in the hospital and another went on in her stead. And the audience kept laughing. I am so glad it's over with. All that's left is the post-mortem and I can totally relax. And I found something way better than that Robaxa stuff. Orgainc Wine!

Opening Night.

Its almost over. Tonight is the opening night to our play. It has been riddled with problems from the get go. We lost two actresses for the same part. Luckily my daughter stepped up to the plate and so did her friend. The friend has three lines. Two of them are monosyllabic. Do you think she could get that last lines of seven words? Last dress rehearsal I'm on my knees begging her to face the audience and say her line with precision and clarity. The only way to survive this entire run is drunk out of my mind.

We are not only pushing the boundaries of this town's puritanical sense of morality but we need at least another two weeks before this play is ready. Our actors are very skilled but because of the antics in the play elements are continually being added. We were changing things at the last dress rehearsal because of set changes we made last minute. I keep reminding myself of a pin the past president wore. "It's only community theatre until it offends someone. Then it becomes art."

The nice thing is the local newspaper did a huge write up on our production. Even included quotes from myself and the other director. The sad thing is, he got the plot completely ass backwards. The show in the paper sounds a lot more like a soft porn than our risque` little venue. Maybe that explains the high numbers for opening night.

Oh well, I hear a bottle of wine calling and its only 10:30 am.

Bliss

My house is in a pickle, The phone rung none stop and I have had a phone call from my aunt. Everything I set out to do today got pushed aside so I gave up. I have had 10....count em...10 minutes to myself today where I completely alone without anybody on the phone or over. When I finally breathed a sigh of relief that I had time to myself, Hubby came home.

I give up. Since the moment I got up its been a total wash of a day. It's been a very wierd day. So I have decided to lock myself in the bathroom with a nice hot bubble bath and candles. I'll relax to Micheal Bubble` and just relax.

That will be until Hubby comes down over a bill he's angry about.

So much for bliss.