all i know is that the waves roll in

So rehearsals begin Monday. Still scared I'll be like Phoebus, scorch and freeze the earth and die trying to drive the chariot of the sun.

There it is: a door, no way to know what's behind it until it's been opened. Of course it's never what you expect. Experience: the great teacher of exactly how little you can actually know. Also teaches you can survive all the flailing around blind, possibly even something good will result. Again, never what you expect, and never, ever, what you thought you had planned.

grand canyon

Welp, here we are in a new year. God, I'm a terrible blogger. But now that, oh, I don't remember who it was--some guy--declared the era of blogging "over," I'm feeling much less pressure. Even less pressure than I was feeling knowing no one is reading this.

So, still working on the show, about to go into production. I'm scared shitless.