So when I usually post these things, I write them out and edit them first. I've never really gotten into the whole blogging thing of just pouring it out and letting the chips fall where they may. Without editing (getting it how you want it before anyone sees it), what's the point of even writing?
Now that I've written that, I will contradict myself by pouring this thought out and sending it on basically unedited. What can I say? A riddle wrapped in an enigma am I.
Last week I had a private first reading of my new play, Another Girl. It was wonderful, just talented friends and pizza and beer and a couple of invitees to keep us all honest. Again I was struck by something that continually strikes me in my chosen profession: actors are amazing creatures.
I write the words of the play. But these people, these incredible, talented people, make them living beings. The living beings that I created, yes, but also something more. Something part of them. Things I'd never thought of. Understandings I couldn't have because I haven't lived their lives. And they do it with honesty and vulnerability and courage.
My actors: Andrea Cirie, Blair Sams, PJ Sosko, Clare Schmidt, Kathryn Kates. A wonder, each and every one of them.
Actors spend a great deal of their lives getting crapped on, being rejected as a matter of course, living lives of poverty, all the while being looked down on for the life that pursuing an acting career commits them to. So let me just say it one more time, loud, as a counter measure - ACTORS ARE FUCKING GREAT.
