Getting Ready to Work It

Last night, I had an hour long conference call with the director and dramaturg of my play.

Um. Can I take a moment and acknowledge how weird it is for me to write that? I've been the director and dramaturg of other people's plays. But, holy moly, I have a director and dramaturg. Well, my play does. You get what I'm saying.

Anyway, tomorrow morning I head up to NYC to workshop my play. To hear it read, in it's entirety for the first time ever. To ask questions, to figure out what works and what doesn't. To rewrite. To delete. To make better.

It is scary though. I am going to be asked questions about my play. Questions I honestly never thought about. Even last night, there were ones I hadn't really thought about. I had answers, but were the answers satisfying?

I often have felt like I can't be a real [enter job here] because I didn't answer all the questions. Because sometimes I shrug my shoulders and say, "I don't know why I did that, why I wrote that..."

But maybe many artists/creative types feel this way?

Maybe it is okay that my answer is more along the lines of "I did it because it felt right"?

Either way, this experience will be eye-opening for sure.