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Will somebody please just go ahead and give us the Coolest Father Daughter Pair Ever award?

I have an idea! Wearing a dress of cupcakes is merely part of it.Or actually not all, but how fun would that be? Fun.

I want to make everyone who I’ve written a homemade monologue for to come to my apartment and perform them for me (as I have yet to actually see any of them, and actually seeing them would probably make my monologue writing Better.) And so! It will be an event, even, and I will have baked things like bread and cupcakes and bacon dip, as a thank you for those who have bought monologues, and as a PLEASE BUY THEM to people who haven’t. And so! Coming this fall! A celebration of homemade monologues! Or: a good excuse to have people over. Or: a good excuse to make bacon dip.

Please enjoy that fairly irrellevant picture of a child auditioning for a….personal pan pizza commercial?

BOOKIT!!!!!!

Last night, Kerry and I went to the see the acting company – 26 incredible actors – do their 2 monologues a piece for the Assistant Directors to cast them in their side projects. (Williamstown has all of these intricate project layers that I am just starting to understand.) It was nearly 3 hours of monologue-ing, which you would think would get dull and dry. But: the actors were amazing, and I found it to be extremely useful in terms of my homemade monologue-ing, I made a lot of mental notes……I think when I’m writing mine, I sometimes get stuck in the idea of the thing I’m writing, and have trouble making it active, in terms of what is fueling the monologue, and who the person is speaking to.

AND: 3 of the actors did monologues from my plays! It was completely surreal. I’ve sat in on so many auditions, and of course done them myself in high school and college: and to hear my OWN PLAY announced as the monologue piece was completely insane and amazing*.

* I went to public school, and have a limited vocabulary, therefore will say  amazing 1100 times except the for occassional ‘fantastic.’

Amazing.

Please pardon me for the next 5 days while I write from the beautiful bubble of narcissism. There is one street with one bar and 4 restaurants. There are hiking and running trails. I have a little coccoon room. Justin Long is here. There were hershey kisses on my pillow.

I ate them all.

AND, since I am nearly 30, or 2 years closer, at least, I found it only appropriate that I purchase and wear this dress that I can only describe as ‘Laura Ingles goes to a cupcake party.’

It was kind of fun to be 3 hours behind my actual bday, and awake to a bunch of bday texts and facebook things. It’s funny now, how there are so many ways to wish someone happy bday. And: you can log on to facebook and actually quantify it, like, wow, 86 people like me this morning! But then, you can take it one step further, and actually send a MESSAGE. And a step further: a text. A step further: a phone call. A step even further: a phone call, with Song.  I feel very lucky today, and am stoked to do a whole lot of nothing, and eating, in this very birthday dress, and to try and keep Steve from buying me a new computer, lest I become a Real Housewife of Silverlake.

I got accepted into the Ojai playwright’s conference but also can’t go! MERDE! I guess I just need to be encouraged by the fact that they liked the play, and hope I get picked next year? Because wow, beautiful, and I want to go. I WILL GO! I will go.

I think I can now announce that this summer, I will be spending a healthy chunk of time up at Williamstown Theater Festival creating a new play! Basically, the director (Kerry Whigham) and I are given 10 actors and the time and space to play, for a week. And then: a month off to write said play. And then: back to the mountains for a month of rehearsal / performance. I have heard tales of swimming holes,  massive parties lit by ingenious lighting designers, hiking trails and the like. Basically, summer camp. I am so so so so so excited. A.) Because of the play itself – Kerry and I pitched a project about the Maxwells, the victims of a really horrible, intriguing and telling murder-suicide that happened in North Carolina last year. I really badly want to tell their story. B.) getting to work with Kerry and the C.) I have always wanted to be involved in something like this - the time and space to create something outside of New York.  And now, I get to! Call me lucky, call me blessed, and meet me at the  Swimming Hole.

A play about THE FUTURE!!!!! Hi, I write about the same thing all the time. Rosa imagines Laguardia airport, 30 years from now. Come and see! Will things float? WILL there be metallic onesies involved? You never. Know.  In an evening of short plays, that all take place in NYC, 2039.

After a quick mental inventory, I just realized that I am currently working on 4 new plays, 4 movies and 3 musicals.

What the crap is wrong with me?

Subquestion: Why do I this to myself?

Subanswer/comment: I love that I do this to myself, and will probably continue to do so. I will continue to tell myself that greatness stems from the hysteria of business / pressure, until I earn the right to work on one thing at a time. At that point, I will probably have 70 grandkids and live in a cottage, but boy, what a great One Thing it’ll be.

Little did you know that Steve and I are Artistes. Steve went to Art School and I, in my youth, drew obscene amounts of pictures of girls in various dresses. Thanks to the beginners  acryllic paint kit I got Steve for Christmas, we were able to explore this side of ourselves. I, with a- uh – post-modern Mrs. Clause?

Please note that Mrs. Claus has no hands, thus, Mr. Claus is giving her Hands for Christmas. And Steve, with a worried Santa:

Perhaps he is worried that Mrs. Claus will not like his present? We will never know.