Happy Wednesday, everyone!
Tonight is the dress rehearsal for my New Short Fiction Series show coming up on Sunday. This will be my first chance to hear the actors performing my stories from Wild Grass. I find that I'm nervous about meeting everyone, just because I'm shy, but I'm not feeling nervous at all about how my stories will come out. I guess I feel like I've put everything out into the world, and I'm just curious to see how people interpret them. I'm giving all the performers a copy of my book. I don't know if that's presumptuous of me. I usually don't like to force my stuff on people, even as gifts. But there you have it. I'm also bringing them wine.
The down side, though, is that I found out I won't be able to video record the dress rehearsal because the manager of the rehearsal space has apparently been dealing with stalker issues. Who stalks a room? Why can't we all just stalk people like we always do? So, I wanted to be able to share the performances with all of you, but it looks like only some local friends will be able to see it. I'll be able to record the audio tonight, luckily. Because no one stalks sound...except for maybe Bjork. I can see her doing that. Anyway, it's better than nothing. And, I'll be able to take photos at the show on Sunday. I'm thinking if I take enough pictures fast enough, I'll be able to make a flip book edition of the show. (That's my never-say-die spirit!)
In other news, I'll also be moving this weekend. (Because I really couldn't imagine going to see a show without spending the rest of the day carrying heavy things.) You'll soon be able to find me in a downtown L.A. loft built in 1924 and originally used as a railroad company warehouse.
Note added later: J.C. Martin, one of the editors of Stories for Sendai interviewed me today as well. Go here.
Rick said this in the comments: Roger Ebert has a very good blog post about a dumbed-down version of "The Great Gatsby" that is both though-provoking and infuriating.