So Thursday was a great night. Great crowd, great people. And it all went off without a hitch. What a week!
Well, tomorrow’s it. The night we’ve been working toward for weeks.
The LTYM show is happening at 7pm and it’s fully sold out (300+ attendees).
I’m excited about it, but also know that I won’t be able to stop myself from sweating and trembling a bit as I’m sitting there waiting to tell my story.
That’s okay, I’m sorta used to it by now. And I also know that I do a decent job of masking my nerves (people usually tell me I don’t seem nervous onstage).
However, I’m wearing a shirt that may show sweat (even if I otherwise look calm) so that’s my biggest worry. Which will just make it worse, I’m sure.
Still, I feel like life is just one sweat-inducing moment after another, so no big deal.
Everyone sweats, right? (Except for maybe this guy.)
It’s the first workshop like this I’ve been too in a long time (too long, I guess).
There were a dozen or so of us there and it was a fun, thought-provoking evening of exercises and discussion.
Still mulling everything we went over. Kirk gave us some ideas he uses to get his brain going that can help jumpstart a longer piece (we tried rewriting lines from more obscure Shakespeare plays using modern slang, writing out instructions for a stranger to interact with something we use regularly in everyday life, and writing a letter to someone we know and asking for something we desperately want).
I liked Kirk, liked the crew, and feel like it gives me a broader pallet to work from and license to stretch boundaries a bit.
Good food for thought.
And glad I’m writing this down so I can remember it next time there’s a workshop like this and I’m on the fence about going!
So the boys had a great day today, at least in terms of statistics and performance.
7-year-old, who has never hit more than a double at a baseball game before, hit THREE home runs today in four at-bats. And he almost had a fourth too, with the bases loaded, but the shortstop was somehow able to knock the ball out of the air and hold him to a double. So in four at-bats he had 2 homers, a double and another homer. These are the kinds of things that become legend. (especially when typed in an obscure blog where he can dig it up in 20 years).
Not to be outdone (!), the 9-year-old went to the annaul Texas Math Pentathalon and went four for five! They say he performed better than anyone ever has at his school, and he came back with a silver medal.
So I’m proud of both those dudes for their very different but equally outstanding performances. And just as proud for how they handled them, with modesty and grace. In many ways, it feels like just another day for them.
But not for me! Feeling pretty damn good…
Dragging Offering 9-year-old the opportunity to join me tonight at a ScriptWorks salon downtown.
Seeing a play by Kevin Kautzman, whose name I see a lot (and who’s a Michener fellow at UT), called Vasilisa Most Lovely.
I’m betting it’ll be quality; just a matter of keeping the kid awake.
He ran (and walked) 3 miles with me this morning (9-year-old; not Kevin).