Onward. . .

—From EF— King Lear, ave atque vale. He had a good life with us, and I think he will sleep well. The new production, Survival, is pretty much written, at least in first draft, and is beginning to take shape in rehearsal. A solo clown piece, and it’s slowly growing on...

Cat Hairs. . .

—From EF— I have never studied coding for computers, but I have a deep respect for its complexity and power, even though it approaches hilarity in its terminology—4-bit nibble, anyone? The art of manipulating ones and zeroes is infinite and now lays the groundwork of...

Survivals. . .

—EF— This is from our play, Descent of the Goddess Inanna. Isn’t there a gate to abundance? Drink all there is, and the cup is full. Isn’t that what they say, somewhere? Somebody said that, I thought. Isn’t there a river of gifts and blossoms and kisses and fullness...

Neighbors & Ducks. . .

—From EF— We got an exuberant spontaneous invitation to a neighbor’s party for Saturday night, issued by someone who wasn’t the party-giver (I later learned), but it was a happy hoot anyway. I hope to conspire with others to make this a monthly neighborhood “do.” In...

Lear to Bed. . .

—From EF— Today we put King Lear to bed and gave his crown to the ocean. We’ve lived with him for more than five years, having started thinking about doing this production while we were writing Galahad’s Fool. In that novel, a puppeteer is confronting making new work...

All Felines, All the Time…

—From EF— We took our sushi picnic to the ocean today. The savage heat wave has abated. We have Eli and Meg coming up on Saturday and staying overnight. Lear has one more weekend. Life is good. And I have a lapful of kittens, purring their asses off as I write this....

Serious Issues. . .

—From EF— We’re in the final two weeks of the life of King Lear, and after July 2, the production will be retired. It’s been a grand two and a half years, but after the great satisfaction of doing a condensed three weeks in our own home town, it’s time already. We’re...

Joy, etc. …

—From EF— Joy is a good thing. Bliss. Pleasure. Feeling boundaries fade, melting in Gaia’s arms. It’s hard to avoid sitting at a desk and staring at a screen, and it’s awful how easy it is to be addicted. I depend on our frequent ocean picnics, turning off the chatter...

Dreams & Frolics. . .

—From EF— Lots of people are talking, arguing, shouting, without anyone able to hear. We seem to be sliding toward some weird geography where floating islands of people are colliding like bumper cars, all yelling at the top of their lungs, and nobody can understand...

Cats & Salt Water…

—From EF— I have one more day to work on kitten-proofing the house. This, in the midst of finishing a collaborative edit of our upcoming novel with the publisher’s very good notes, fighting an unfinished battle with our very healthy weeds, and re-rehearsing King Lear...