Has it really been a week?

Apologies dear blog - its been a bit of a hectic week.

I'm writing a play. Actually, I'm writing it with a friend of mine - and last week was the first script reading/casting and it didn't go well. Only a few people showed up - though I'd already spoken to a few of our theatre company's regulars and they'd promised me they'd be involved so we'd written the show with characters for them.

One of them came that night to say she couldn't take part as she first thought she would. Ok. Then she said that one of the other regulars had told her that he wasn't doing any more theatre with us. I was shocked and said - no! I've talked to him!! He's with us. She insisted that she didn't think he was but it was possible she was wrong.

He's a really reliable guy and I expected a phone call or email to be waiting for me when I got home that night, explaining why he hadn't been able to make it.

There wasn't.

So that meant - not one, not two but there would be three parts uncast. And a month and a half until show. Gulp.

Long story short - she had her story wrong and he'd been completely messing with her when he'd said that and had just gotten the dates wrong for that night (what else would you expect from a bunch of actors??). We recast her role with a former student that was back in town and I heard from someone else who'd gotten the dates wrong for the reading.

The show is a go! And I'm thrilled.

I did some pretty heavy handed editing and got a pretty cohesive script out of it. We had another reading last night and I was really happy with it. For all the stress of last week, I'm feeling excited and ready to get on with the process now.

I always like directing - but for my slightly OCD personality, its a challenge too.
I am such a perfectionist and I have a pretty clear vision of how I want things.

And tomorrow morning - on a completely different train of thought - I take my youngest to nursery school for the first day. Before when my children would go to nursery school, I'd take the baby and we'd have a coffee with my mother. It would be our time with the youngest to give them our complete focus. It was always special because we'd start to see their personality emerge when they got to feel like the big kid. I treasured those moments.

But tomorrow - there won't be a baby.

I asked my mother to please have coffee with me so that I didn't become despondent! She's having almost as hard a time with it as I am so we'll help each other through it. Everyone assures me that I will adjust and I imagine tomorrow around 10:45 when I have to head over to pick her up (yes, nursery school here only lasts for two hours at a time) I will probably moan: Already??