Closing the Gap

What a time it's been.

Two previews at the Fitz.. 6 years away from the glare of those lights and I've met so many amazing people since who were looking back at me. Wow. So thrilling. So challenging.

Second night I felt I was breathing more completely again and both nights went really well.

To the next step (and so much comes with it). I've moved my stuff back to ma's to save on rent but apart from practicalities, so many aspects of this project have brought me full circle:

Going back to Adelaide, performing my words, packing old junk and mingling it with stuff at mum's, the reinvestigation of former fancies, artistic and otherwise - fatalisms and fancies. Sure.

The single biggest note I keep getting from Anthony is to close the gaps, to hold my line of thought. This is in part due to the circumstances which impinged on our rehearsal time (ah, le fringe!). It's also just something I do. I get distracted. I try to embrace everything at once and trip myself up. This is partly where Horatio comes from: incessant over-observation. But I also wonder if it's true that something is happening to me beside the exigencies of putting on this show, or who I am (or have been, if you like) that must, here and there, be given pause (equivocation undoes me). On the other hand now is the time to get over there and make this statement, speak unencumbered and not get in my own way.

Of course the gaps in life must be paused for. Fiction is different. It has (one hopes) a point...

Will it be easier to close the gap away from my life (that blessed half-hour's lag) here on the east?

Time will tell, Adelaide.