Just Like That It Is Over...And Over Again.

Yesterday, I took the train up to NYC yesterday for the last show of or what she will.

I walked to the theater slowly, taking my time, walking through various neighborhoods, and just thinking about all that has happened.

It was almost exactly a year ago that I pulled out the 30 pages I had of this then untitled play and decided that this was the first piece I was going to work on as an unemployed, re-entering the writing world, um-I-guess-I'm-doing-this writer.

The past year has been full of rejections, acceptances, difficult conversations, happy celebrations, and uncertainty.

This past year as been full of connecting with old friends. Connecting with writing buddies across the USA. Connecting with friends from college, from high school, from elementary school, from even before that as I wrote more and more.

This past year has been full of meeting new artists. Meeting people who believed in my words before they believed in me. Meeting people who believed enough in my work to dedicate their time, energy, and money into it. Meeting people I hope I have the opportunity to work with again and again in the future.

I know many writers have years spent dedicated to several projects at once and so for me to discuss this one project may be a little strange. But, for me, this past year was the year of "or what she will".

This thought thoroughly freaked me out yesterday because I realized that that year was coming to a close. Even though the play can grow from here and will grow from here--maybe being produced in new places and in new forms, I also know that it is time to really settle down with a new piece, with new characters, and a new story. All this new...which is great...but also starts the whole cycle over again.

In many ways that is exciting. At drinks after the show, I had discussions about turning the play into a film, I discussed trying to find more work in theater, someone told me to keep in touch and let her know if I ever wanted to pass her some work along...the push forward is already there. I've made new connections. I have a slightly perspective now. I'm wondering where to go from here. I'm excited about it.

But I'm also a little scared. As you probably already know. The whole cycle starts over and it may not go as well this time.

Or maybe it will be even better.

My father, who drove me to the train station last night, discussed how this initial production showed my potential. He also said, "Remember this. If you don't do anything else, you did this. Remember it."

I will remember this.

But a new play has already started.

Let the cycle continue.