Thursday, May 8, 2014
Sunny and cool
Temperatures are low this morning, but they’re supposed to soar. And it’s sunny. My grass is growing so high it’s starting to look like a savannah, but I’ll get gas for the mower and Saturday is the earliest I can deal with it.
Worked nearly a full day at the library — busy day, but lots of fun. Working on putting new books and magazines into circulation, utilizing shelf space to the best of all our abilities, programming and outreach ideas, and reports for next week’s BOT meeting.
Scooted out at 4, raced over to the Marine Life Center. The traffic was awful, backed up in both directions at the Bourne Bridge (but would have been even worse on the Sagamore). Got there, got things set up, and discovered that the lights had somehow blown a fuse. I knew what the problem was, but not where to fix it. Fortunately, the light/sound designer was on his way. He dealt with that while I had the actors do a line-through.
The show went well. The understudy stepped up, and the regular cast members were right there to support her. We had a full house, which was great, a mix of all ages, which is exactly what the play was geared to.
There were definitely frustrations and worries. The lights flickered a few times, and it felt like the sheer willpower of the designer and I focusing on keeping them on kept us from plunging into the dark. One idiot audience member wandered in and out from the theatre area to the refreshment area like she was in her living room. After the show, some stranger I’ve never met and have no intention of dealing with again gave me “notes”. You’re not part of the production, you didn’t pay for the production or pay me — you don’t get to give notes. I’ve never met you, I don’t know — or care — who you are, and you are not connected to the production. I take notes from the experts who are kind enough to read and correct the scientific content, and from producers or investors. Not some random person with nothing invested in the project who wants to feel important. There’s also a positive way to make suggestions and giving feedback to which I would have been totally open — but marching up to me while I’m trying to take care of post-show business, interrupting what’s going on, and telling me what I “have” to change isn’t one of them. Especially when you have zero credentials and I have the credentials I have. There’s a standard of basic courtesy and professional/personal respect that anyone with common sense would follow — since this person didn’t, AND is not a financier of this or any other theatrical project — no reason to pay attention.
But it’s done, all I have to do is get final numbers and file reports with the Arts Council, and then prep the script for publication.
I helped the lighting/sound designer pull most of the equipment and load it up. We’ll come back and take down the grid some other day.
Came home and collapsed.
Got revision notes on Episode 1 of the Big Script Project and working on Episode 2 polish to submit today. Also got back the next round of my edits for TRACKING MEDUSA.
This is my first “normal” day at the library. I’ll be working on the Big Script Project, the TRACKING MEDUSA edits, and the rest of the contest entries when I get home tonight, but at least I won’t be working by moonlight.
I could sleep for a month.
But there’s no open month for that to happen!