One of the requirements of major writing projects it a strong No muscle. You have to say No to everything that doesn’t serve to keep you housed, fed, loved, and writing. Everything else has to fall away. And the loved part depends on the support of those doing the love. I’m sure I was not so lovable in the last months of writing. I eventually had to say No to being a good spouse, if only for a few months.
Now that I’m finished (even though finished is myth) I get to stop saying No to everything. I recently said Yes to the opportunity to direct a play for a new, women-centric theatre company. It’s been immensely rewarding and nourishing work.
The play is Nora and Delia Ephron’s Love, Loss, and What I Wore. The theatre is Red Magnolia Theatre Company.
I’m excited about the project, and the opportunity to work with the women attached to it. The play itself speaks to way memories, especially those of love and loss, are woven into our clothing. Your wedding dress. The shirt you wearing when you lost a parent. The way it felt when you were fitting for a bra. The shoes you wore on the worst date of your life. We wear our memories as much as we think them. That is what this play about, and that is why I love working on it.
We are small but mighty.