Thursday, May 24, 2012

the reason why

This play has sucked up all my creative juices. It’s also sucked up lots of my waking hours and a bunch of my sleeping ones, too. I am no longer writing or cooking or even thinking about those things.

It’s not that I don’t have time to write, because I do, but my energy levels are low. It’s like I’m in hibernation, just drifting through the day, half-heartedly maintaining the household, hoarding all my energy so I’ll have enough to make it through the practices.

Also, I never realized how much of the writing process happens before I ever type out a single word. All those hours that I’m flitting about doing my predictable stuff, I’m pondering, musing, thinking. Then when I have a free hour to write, I can put out, bam.

I never even knew that’s what was going on with my head.

But now with five hours of my day spent in rehearsals, I’ve lost all that routine thinking time. My mind is fully absorbed. In fact, I have trouble carrying on a regular conversation and slip into running my lines at the drop of the hat. Example: when Nickel asked me a question during Sunday’s church service, I stared at him blankly, busily lost in working out a scene in my head, until my husband elbow-jabbed me and hissed, “Answer him!”

The other reason I’m not writing is because being in a play is too new. I need time to process my experiences into a shareable format. If I were to write about it now, there would be far too much angst.

I’m taking notes, though. You will (eventually) get the behind-the-scenes rundown. Promise.

P.S. I talked a little about the play (and biscuits) in the latest Kitchen Chronicles.

This same time, years previous: savoring Saturday's sun, through my daughter's eyes, Ranch dressing


  1. Yay! There's only so much creativity that can come out at one time, dear. Right now, the play is the thing.
    You'll need to do some more boring stuff if you want to recharge the creative juices!

  2. i want to come see your performance.

  3. good heavens, my mouth was already gaping at your overwhelming load!

  4. I don't understand how you can come up with a constant stream of enjoyable reading even in times of creative juice flow. This interlude could only stoke your fires for writing.