limbo is becoming familiar

I'm here. 

There are tonnes of things I could be doing but I can't think.  I'm in limbo.  My director - I don't think I told you - has been diagnosed with cancer of the colon and he is undergoing surgery on  November 13, the day of the public reading.  Prism Theatre has found another director and I am about to meet him in an hour.  He accepted the offer because he says he likes my play.  That's nice. What else can he say?  

I'm numb.  I've lived with this play for so long, I can't think any more. It's not a watershed time, it's end of the road.  

I've started making Christmas lists. I can't think of anything more to do.

This is a ridiculous blog.

who knows?

All two of you know that I am about to have a public staged reading of my play THE PACT, in New York (Brooklyn) on November 13. I'm going to NY in the morning to participate in 20 hours of rehearsal, helping where I can, easing actors' tongues around phrases or words that may be awkward for them. It's not rewriting, it's just tweaking  We all learn something but I learn most of all when my script gets up on its feet and into human voices.

So I'm about to move my body through time and space again and I don't know whether  you'll be reading  me before I return.

We'll see.