The Arkansas Adventure, Day Two.
Here. We. Go.
Date: May 14, 2014
Days Spent on Project: 451
Location: Conway, Arkansas
Person I would have sent it to: Cassandra B.
Cassandra was an actress from Chicago who joined us at Peninsula Players for my third show that summer.
After the huge undertaking that was Little Shop of Horrors, the season thankfully had scheduled a very small show, Doubt. Just four people, two of them nuns (!), the number of outfits were in the single digits. And it was glorious. I felt like I needed the break after the intense frustration of how much work there was on LSoH. I hired a friend of mine in the costume shop at Actors Theatre of Louisville to make the nun’s habits and bonnets. I ordered the 1960s era vintage clothes online. We fit everything. It was good. Yay.
Cassandra played Sister James, the younger of the two nuns. Again, the demands of the show weren’t overwhelming for her either. We spent a lot of time talking and hanging out during the production period. And she also thankfully introduced me to the glories of frozen yogurt (specifically frozen yogurt with fresh cherries) in that region of Wisconsin.
Music I listened to while sewing: I’m listening to that Dance music playlist on Spotify this morning. It was a late night reading for me, and I need the motivation.
I also need to find a place for coffee here.
Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: It seems that I might be interviewed by a reporter in Los Angeles about The California Project. That’s pretty cool, right?
I was up until almost 3am. Why, you ask?
On one hand, I did read until midnight. After that, I couldn’t put my mind at rest. I was too excited about The California Project, wanting to rewrite some more of it. And then I couldn’t help thinking about what comes next in my life. After this, what do I do and where do I go?
And for once, I’m not nervous about that decision, or even ashamed to say I’m thinking about it. I’m entertaining the idea of getting the heck out of New York, and it seems more like an opportunity- granted an unknown one- rather than giving up. I suppose if I stay up late at night, trying to figure out if it would be better to sell furniture or call Goodwill to pick it up, then I should realize that I’m more than halfway serious about this. (I did decide that if I HAD to choose, I truly only needed/wanted my dog, my books, my quilting stuff, and my clothes from my apartment– I was thinking about it that seriously.)
But what would I do afterwards? Not sure, exactly. And I’m not frightened by that either.
So that’s what I thought about until 3am.
Now where in Arkansas can I get a cup of decent coffee? And food?