Holy crap, so much for blogging about being a director. It's been such a whirlwind experience and here it is closing weekend already. Wow. It was awesome. For the most part. I was madly in love with theatre again there for awhile as well as one of my actors. As I do. So intense and amazing to watch it come together. Tech week knocked me down a peg or two. It was successful, but the doubts definitely came to play in my brain and then once it was open all the drama in the cast exploded, but I was so detached. The weirdest part about being a director is how intimately involved you are in the beginning and how completely unimportant you are at the end. Like being a parent I guess. Well at least in my experience. We all know how fucked up my family is. No offense Dad. It was extremely fulfilling while it lasted, and in a few days it will be nothing but some photos and some war stories. C'est le Theatre. I currently feel very little about it. I'm just left with a hunger to be creating. For companionship. To be a part of a collective and be necessary as an artist, not as a babysitter or administrator. I want the fire and to be consumed. Perhaps some adventure and torrid love affair to keep things interesting.
For now, I'll read my books.
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