The PTE Playwrights Unit is getting its own swanky
office/library/workroom with desks and comfy chairs and everything. It's not
ready yet, so in the meantime I have a desk I can use in the Stage Management
office. Why do I suddenly have the urge to be very very organized? Wayne and
Peter (thank you both) got me a couple of lamps because flourescent lights make
my muse shrivel up and die.
Next to the desk there is a window overlooking the
Rehearsal Hall. When I look in, I can see them working away and it looks just
like a real play: very exciting. At about 2PM I looked in and Steven was
wearing his character's paper printer's hat. A couple of hours later, half the
cast, at least one Stage Manager and the director were all wearing them. Good
times.
I am finishing up the major changes and creating a nice
clean script so the actors don't have to keep writing stuff in and inserting pages.
I have one more scene to rework, and then I'll stop monkeying with it (mostly)
so they can learn it. And I hearby promise, promise, PROMISE not to
make Lillian's monolgue any longer. I am aware that it's driving Megan to a
brink of her own.
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