The last three months have been dedicated to teaching at the University, a job and an art that I love, working at the library - a brand new love! And rehearsing and opening an early Sarah Ruhl play, Late: A Cowboy Song. I have been lucky indeed, but boy, am I exhausted. There is a distinct singularity of purpose when directing a show - a fine and prolonged focus that demands every ounce of energy that I can muster. I'm standing on the other side of that particular foxhole right now, and my focus is currently in the ICU. Yet my exhaustion proves one thing: I gave it my absolute all. I left nothing untouched, unconsidered. I did the best I could at the moment I had. It's usually easier for me to feel this as an actor - walk on stage, give it my all, take the bow, and go drink the evening's first of a few beers. I don't usually feel the immediacy of expelling my creative force as a director - it happens over weeks and months, and even then, there is always more to work on, more to consider. But this time - I gave it all. And now I'm creative jelly. And that's a good thing.
Now I'm doubly fortunate to have more work, if not more rest. I am about to start rehearsals for a 10 minute play that will show at Theatre Transit's MayDay! Cabaret! on March 3rd. I am also gearing up to direct a play written by the exceedingly talented Olivia Brooks for Sage Theatre's Ignite! Festival, which will perform June 18-22. No rest for the wicked, or the gluttons.