I am, if you can't tell, still completely discombobulated from my trip. I'm tired, stressed, and can't keep track of the day and time. It is getting better, but I'm working from a deficit.
Kali and I had a writing meeting last night wherein we Solve Lots of Shit and actually found a structure that Feels Like a Novel to someone other than us. On the other hand, this fucker is so intricate, that I fear it's going to take five years to write. Here's the thing though: I don't actually care. It's very, very good, and we will make it happen.
I'll write more about the show later -- I owe you lots of thoughts about theater, about dominatrixes, about what we're trying to do and why. And here's the thing -- I know some of you are sick of hearing about this. ( Read more... )
The circus will not be coming to Manhattan this spring. Because of the way animals are treated in circuses, this is probably a good thing. But as someone who once saw elephants parade through the streets of New York, at midnight, in the snow, and felt it was a symbol of a number of oddly nearly-achieved since and still in progress dreams, I'm really sad.
For those of you who followed along with the Sherlobster thing yesterday, ladyoftheloganimated the lobsters. It makes my life even more awesome than it already is.