It's all consuming.
My next play on the agenda, The Model Apartment, scheduled to run this weekend, is consuming all the time I have. My part is much larger than what I had in The Odd Couple, and has been done on a much quicker time scale, and even though I've devoted every spare second I can to memorizing the lines, it has been a real struggle.
I hope that it is the tight time frame and stress and the nature of the lines that is causing such a memorization struggle, and not age. I don't know. I just know the struggle is real.
This means I have not been able to devote much time to writing, particularly the OHC Writer's Contest, whose deadline coincides with the performance of the play. It means I have little time to promote the contest. It means I will miss the Tuesday Writer's guild meeting, and be unable to provide transportation for our faithful 89-year-old member, Grace Lee.
I have a DVR stuffed to the gills. Boy, we're gonna have a lot to catch up starting after October 15th.
There are significant tax deadlines come October 15th as well, and although I don't put in many hours, I probably will have to put in as many as I can this week.
And I thought semi-retirement was going to bring beau-coups of extra time.
Ha!
Sorry for this, brief, kvetching edition of The Strait Line. More later!
Until next time,
T. M. Strait
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