The Problem With Writing

The problem with writing, for me, can be summed up in a simple question. "What is your voice?" That's it. It isn't more complicated than that. I know there can be thoughts of prose and meter and narrative and whatever else writers like to spew in coffee shops and endless volumes of curricula. But, for…

I Don’t Know What’s Next

The show came to a close. Not just the show, but a three city tour of this celebrated Playsical*, finally came to its conclusion. We worked so hard. We sacrificed so much. We traveled from California to Washington to Oregon. Performed in front of Gente and all the colors of the rainbow. We racked up…

I Wrote This

I didn't want to do this today. I woke up in a pretty good mood. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, there was a slight chill in the air and I was still a little groggy from the deep sleep I experienced. But, I got out of the warmth of my bed, placed…

Am I Still Impressed?

I wonder if the people who work with fireworks are still impressed by what they do? Do they still watch with anticipation and glee as the next comet blazes up in to the dark sky and stand in awe as it goes, BOOM? Do they still Ooh and Aah as the vibrant colors fill the…

Moments

Standing on an empty stage. Ghost light barely illuminating the theatre. Sitting on a film set. Watching everyone go about their business. Lights being focused. Equipment rolled across the floor. Waiting. Sitting at a large conference table. Script opened in front of me. Reading it out loud for the first time. These are experiences I…