Damn you Spring!

Spring is teasing me. For the past few days, it's been sunny outside. Somewhat warm. All the arrows have been pointing to: the Arrival of Spring.

And then it gets cold at night.

Damn you spring for teasing me.

It's not like this has been a bad winter for those of us living in New York City. Well, actually, yes, it HAS been bad if you like things like snow, ice, slush, and falling on the ground. But if you DON'T like those things, it's been pretty good.

I personally have been disappointed. I don't need a lot of snow, but I like it. And New York City has gotten zilch, nada as far as snow this winter.

So, I'm done with winter. Done with it like last decades fashion. (I would say last years, but let's be honest, I still wear last years fashion.) Winter has disappointed me, so I'm ready to move on.

However, spring has chosen it's own arrival time.

And it's making me mad.

When the hell does summer come?

I've come up with another great excuse not to write!

It's a perfect excuse!

I'm preparing to send out invites for my show! It's publicity! Of course I can't take the time to work...it's a lot of work to get the letters written, the resumes printed, the labels put on envelopes.

There's just NOOO time to get that stuff called writing done. Nope. Not a lick of time. Because I have got to get the show advertised.

You know...that show called Umbrella. (www.AlchemyTheatre.org for tickets...)

*sigh*

Alright. I know. It's a poor excuse, really isn't it?

The sad thing is how aware I am of it, but then I keep making them. I admit it, it's sometimes hard for me to just sit and write...especially at the beginning of something...or if I'm rewriting something I haven't touched in months.

Sometimes, it's just about the momentum.

I used to roll my eyes at the idea of writing every day...I used to think...nah...it's no fun, I need to write when I feel like it.

I was young and stupid.

You DO need to write every day, you need to write if you want to get better, if you want to make this your career...it is about momentum and not waiting for some sort of Muse or when I feel like it. It's writing because that's what you do, not because it's a hobby.

Ugh. I suppose I should write something. Man...that's what I get for listening to my advice.

Working: A poem.

Off to work.
Starbuck's opened late.
The vanilla latte...upset my stomach.
At least, that's what I blaming for the stink my bathroom.
Is that a good excuse?

Now...

Now NYC has a falling crane problem.

A crane fell off a building, hit a couple of buildings and then crushed a townhouse, at least four people are dead, and I don't know how many are injured.

When I was working at American Express, a crane fell off a nearby building.

I remember a few years before I moved to New York, parts of a plane fell on the city.

It's not the crime, it's things falling from the sky.

Tired this morning

Up late.
Up early.
Ish. Earlyish.
Have to run some errands in the morning.
All I want to do is watch America's Next Top Model.
I'm so glad there is such a thing as DVR*












*No. This is not a plug, nor an endorsement. I watch too much TV as it is, and this just makes it so much easier.

First Rehearsal!

First rehearsal last night!
It felt great getting as many people together who are a part of this show and hearing the play for the first time in a LONG time.
And, to pat myself on the back, it sounded great.
And, I know this, because I didn't feel like throwing up. That's the a good signal for me. If I didn't want to hurl my cookies on the table--and what a waste that would have been, they were excellent cookies, it means the rewrites I did are pretty good.
Everyone was excited after the reading and the discussion was great.
I didn't say much. I didn't want to. I've been with this play for five years and I have certain answers to questions in my head. But I wanted to hear what others were bringing to the table.
This isn't a vanity production.
If it was just my point of view...well...I don't think the production, the play would be as rich, I don't think it would be served.
The talent and the care that everyone is bringing to this production is quite thrilling.
And I am excited.
More updates later...

RUN!

That's what I feel like.
Yesterday I was running around New York.
Today I will be running around.

Ok. Not really running.

No one runs in New York. Except for Marathoners and thieves.

Ok. Add potential terrorists to the list.

And I don't need to be shot or tackled to the ground by some over zealous NYPD.

Which does bring to mind: We were BOMBED.

Sure, it wasn't a BIG bomb, but a bomb nonetheless. Someone bomb the recruiting station in Times Square at the wee hours of the morning this week.

And they don't know who did it.

Someone rode up on a bike, dropped off a bomb, left in the heart of the busiest city of the world and the Police and FBI have no idea who the person is.

So much for the department of Homeland Security...

RUN!

Pain in the Neck

Getting older. It sucks. I'm only really beginning to understand it.

This morning I woke up with an impossible pain in my neck. It's not like I went out, ran a marathon or hiked a mountain or saved a girl from a burning building. I was sleeping. What could I have done in my sleep to hurt myself? Don't answer me. I don't think I want to know.

I'm also realizing it's not just about my body falling a part bit by bit, it's also the things that I loved as a child are becoming more and more distant...and I scratch my head and wonder, why did I like Buck Rogers in the 25th Century? When it was on TV, I loved it...that 6 year old couldn't get enough. Watching it now...well...I still like it...but I think it's that 6 year old inside of me screaming to get out.

Last night I saw my first commercial for Apple's new super thin laptop. It looks pretty cool. And the words tumbled out of my mouth, "The future is now."

Things become a necessary part of our culture so quickly now. Cellphones, MP3 players, laptops.

At 34, I feel out of date sometimes...unable to keep up with the whirl of arrival of new technologies. I feel like you have to constantly by 22 years old to understand what the hell all these new things are for and how to fully use them.

My God, have I become that old man, screaming for you kids to get off of my lawn?

Look out!

Blank

Sometimes I'm lousy with titles and so today is one of those days.

When I'm working on something I either come up with the title right away or spend weeks, months on coming up with the right title.

And sometimes, I just settle. I don't know if titles make a play/movie/story or not. Perhaps. I think they hook but I don't think they reel in an audience. A title can stop someone from moving on, but if the story sucks, a great title won't save it.

Anyway. That's just an lengthly explanation of why I have no title for this entry.

It rained, I tried to work out, had a meeting, ate at Chipotle, and now, finally arrived home, just in time to watch People's Court. Mmm. People's Court. Where people have there disputes settled. I feel like an expert in the law because of it. The prime lesson: always always have something in writing.

And, on a final note...to make this entry COMPLETLY a mish mash with no sort of focus--it's that sort of day, sorry...I need to say something about the previous blog entry.

My wife was not stingy with her internet connecting phone. She was quite generous, in fact, allowing me to use it to blog on the bus. Then, she read the blog and didn't find the idea that I had to get the phone back in order to write more--in some sort of dramatic banter battle--funny. She thought me making her the tough mean wife for comedic effect a cliche and that I could do better.

But the secret is...I can't. Sigh.

blogging on a bus

my wife, sister in law and I popped down to DC for a day to see cousins of my wife. Now we are on a cheap bus back to NY.

Technology rocks. Or is scary depending on which side of the gun you are standing. I'm on a bus, writing a blog. I can report to you my queasy stomach, my head ache and the fact my seat is broken.

At least the driver turned off the Foreign film with its foreign subtitles.

Where IS the bathroom?

More when my wife gives me her smart phone again.

Dar Matey

Just a quick one...as I'm going to get on a bus and go to Washington DC tomorrow morn...

Had a few good days of writing, got the pages done of the screenplay I'm working on with my friend Mozz.

AND, I started writing a silly play about Pirates on the Moon called The Luna Adventure of Dar and Matey, Estuary Pirates, Episode 2: Danger in 1/6th Gravity!

Dar Matey, there be pirates on da moon....blood thirsty they be...

I'll post it when it's done...