I’m wondering where our time went. But I can tell you, without hesitation, wherever it went, it wasn’t time well spent, and there lies the tragedy. I wonder why bowing out feels so spineless, so empty. I hate this ending. I want to rewrite it. There should be an explosion, blows, blood, tears, music or at the very least words, not a lone shadow ( Read more... )

I’m excited. Directors will be good. You really should see us, we mill around the list like actors trying to finding out which parts they got. We message and call within seconds of seeing names and titles and venues. I’ve not been this excited since TX 07. I’m working with The Hulk, which is so fucking great. I think we’ll really compliment ( Read more... )

I am impatient.  Days pass by so slowly and yet they are filled with such movement and deadlines and rushing and running out of breath and yet I still notice every minute pass by as if I am watching paint dry.  Despite all my bitching and moaning, which does take up most of the days, despite my lethargic manner, I surprise myself when I manage to ( Read more... )

49 days till the end of first year.

19 days till JT.

7 or so days till I never have to see you ever again.

3 days till my lighting design is due.

10 hours till opening night.

Maybe things could’ve been different.  Should they be anything other than what they have been? Would I want to go back and do things differently?

If I can’t apologise for being ( Read more... )

It's Sunday morning.  I am basking in the biting summer sun, sitting on a wonky wooden chair, that has seen better days.  I have a cigarette in one hand and an instant cup of coffee in the other as I stare, perplexed, at this newspaper crossword before me.  It looks as though I have done this one crossword ten times over because words have been ( Read more... )

I am having a moment.
This play production is excruciating.  I want to break down and cry.
I am having a moment that has lasted the past two weeks.

Maybe when the room is empty,
Maybe when the bottle’s full,
Maybe when the door gets broke down love can break in.

I'm walking in a labyrinth.  I'm running in a labyrinth.  I'm marking walls in a labyrinth with the left over paint markers from theatre exericse, so that I will know I've come past this way before.  Sometimes it's sunny and it feels like I'm just walking, just walking towards the centre of this labyrinth, like I know where I'm going.  But most of ( Read more... )

I hate this bitter sweet feeling.  I hate this ending.  It feels so abrupt.  I always knew it would only be one night and completely over by Friday, but… I dunno.  I’ll start from the beginning: Since last term I was sceptical, I honestly thought this would be the shittest time of my life and by God I dreaded having to act.

We spent two weeks ( Read more... )

We've been stuck in this dark theatre for a week now and I've hit a wall.  The only time I get some sun is when I leave to go to school and when go out for a 15 min smoko during breaks.  My mind wanders and all I can think of is Expletive Deleted.  I'm tired of these people.  I'm tired of this fucking never ending set.  I'm tired of teching - I'm ( Read more... )

We’ve been stuck in this dark theatre for three days now.  We’ve seen the set bump in, the lights rigged, focused, and almost plotted, sound has had a few tests and luckily there have been no MAJOR wars, it has been hella entertaining watching the little battles, personal crusades, tears and T-X cracking the shit at pretty much everyone.  We’ve had ( Read more... )