February 18, 2007

Sunday, February 18, 2007
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Dark and cold

I’m actually posting this before I go to bed this morning, sleeping in, and turning around to take the train in for the matinee.

The shows were fine – nothing particularly frustrating; no particularly funny anecdote to share. I’m tired and tetchy, but today’s the last show before I have a week away, so it’s all good. And the situation’s perfectly pleasant – I just can’t spend that much time doing things that aren’t writing, that’s all. Not at this point in time.

I’m looking forward to getting back to the creative work on Monday. I miss those 1500 words firsts thing in the morning!

I stopped at the French bookstore in Rockefeller Center and picked up a French/English version of Molière’s Les Femmes Savantes and Alfred de Musset’s Les Caprices de Marianne. The latter was published by Bordas in 1964 and has stills from the stage production. When I’m trying to get back/get comfortable in a language, reading plays and/or magazines are easier than other things. With Les Femmes Savantes, the English is on one side and the French on the other, so I can cross-check myself.

Artie, Barbara, and I had a terrific dinner at Mantra, a new Asian fusion restaurant on Ninth Avenue, in the space that used to house our beloved OTB. The food was excellent, the presentation was beautiful, all in all, a good choice.

Tried to get some work done on The Project, but the second I opened the notebook, there were interruptions. It’s fine – I’m paid to be there paying attention, not work on other projects.

The train back was filled with drunken stupid people. Hard to concentrate.

I finished a book on the train that absolutely depressed me – I understand the motivation of one of the characters, but the choices don’t ring true to me in this day and age, and, overall, the book left me feeling blue. I don’t want to go to sleep feeling that way, so I need to counter it.

I started re-reading May Sarton’s Journal of a Solitude, because the opening sentence has relevance to The Project. Well, I’m 67 pages into it again, and I guess I’m reading the whole thing. Solitude and A House by the Sea are my favorites of her journals. I don’t think we would have gotten along in person – she thrived and craved far too much personal drama – but her journals have a lot of fascinating information.

I haven’t written enough this week and it’s left me feeling fractured. I could have written the past few days, but I’m trying to let the work build up so that it flows better, and I’m trying to get back my stamina from being ill.

I’m hoping the matinee will go smoothly. I have plans after for a quick drink with a friend and then I come home and resume my creative life for a week, before doing another week-and-change theatre commitment. Somehow, it will all balance out.

Now, to bed, so that I can wake up with some energy to face the matinee.

Devon

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3 Comments

  1. I’m going on two hours of sleep, so I can relate somewhat with the tiredness. I hope you get LOTS of rest!

    Wouldn’t it be nice if you did “Equus?” Then you’d only have to be responsible for some shorts…;-)

  2. Sounds like laying down to sleep was good idea for the extra energy. I hope you get to work on your project soon, I bet you’re getting anxious to work on it! Have a good day and rest when you can!

  3. I so understand the “fractured” part when not involved enough with one’s art. May time open up and lay itself down before you!


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