It's been 7 hours and 147 days...since they took my job away.
I have not written in many moons. But worry not. Unlike my silent period back in March, this lapse in bloggin is not due to macaroons and SVU, but rather to a happy, busy, wondrous, exciting, fantabulous, creatively amazing reason. My first full-length play, I WILL FOLLOW, has been accepted into The New York International Fringe Festival. Holy hot damn Bono, this is for realz.
The timing couldn't have been more opportune. It was three weeks ago. I was on the verge of receiving a job offer that would have sent me to San Francisco, the very same city where I left my heart back in February. Now, I'm an East coast gal through and through, but I decided that New York City had chewed me up and spit me out. My marriage failed, my boyfriend dumped me, my job dumped me, and I lost my apartment. All of the signs were telling me to make my grand exit from the big apple... to start fresh on the opposite coast. Maybe switch up my sexual orientation for a bit. I even began browsing apartment listings in San Fran. And then, literally the very next day after my heart and mind decided to leave, I found out I got into the fringe.
Since then, my life has been a fantastically frenzied flurry of meetings and readings and plottings and plannings. I'm suddenly busier than I've been since I had a shitty job. But this brand of busy is far from shitty. But enough about me - let me tell you about the masterpiece!
I WILL FOLLOW chronicles the true tale of one fan's 20-year search for U2, magic, men and religion. Yes, I wrote a play about how much I love U2 and how they've guided me through my life.
As amazing as all of this is, I'm still a bit stressed out. Even the smallest play is expensive to produce, and funding this baby with no job is going to be a challenge. But if I had to juggle a demanding day job on top of this show, I probably wouldn't be able to give this play all the time, energy and love that it needs to be the best it can be. And so I've decided that being unemployed and not landing a job yet is actually a blessing. I don't need to eat between now and August, right?
FringeNYC runs in downtown Manhattan from August 14-30, 2009. Of course, I'll write here when I know my venue and performance times, and you can bet I'll regale you with rehearsal stories and tales of how much I heart a band. And my life. But you can also read more about the festival at www.fringenyc.org.
As Bono often says when he visits me in my dreams..."She's gonna dream up the world she wants to live in. She's gonna dream out loud."
Jobless City Challenge: Produce a Play on a Shoestring Budget. Who's writing me a check?!