Intermission
a creative coffee break from writing the play

My DSL will be turned off at the end of the week, and it will be another two or three before I have steady internet access again. Next week, we’ll hit the road and drive across the country, as the Beloved, our two four-leggeds, and I move to Louisville.

Saturday, we had an early supper with MBH and his wife PVP. More than once, MBH and I took mental or physical notes on our writing projects, the one we’re doing together, and the ones we’re not. One of the reasons we are good friends. We cannot stop writing, even when we are doing other things. PVP announced over supper they will not follow us and move to Louisville, a fantasy I refuse to let go of anytime soon. MBH gently reminds me he doesn’t "travel well," and I recall of how special it was that he trucked down to San Diego for my play gig. He’ll travel for a play, so we’ll see about all that.

Sunday, we said goodbye to another friend of mine, ALF. She does travel well, and often. And today, I have lunch with another favorite writer friend, TM.

Some people you know you will see again, like MBH and ALF. Others, however unintentionally, will be left in the distance. The internet alone cannot sustain real friendships.

The Safe Group has carried on without me. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, is that no matter how much  you are loved, the hole you leave doesn’t last long. One of Members has a reading at the Magic this week, and I am happy for him, yet astounded by the casting of his play, which includes an actor he says he’d never work with yet always does. I guess I’m not that astounded…sigh…

As much as I love San Francisco, I am glad to be leaving its theatre quirks behind; a city that loves it’s culture, yet somehow has not really embraced its theatre. How else to explain how poor the quality is? We do better by television and movies than the stage. Enough, already, I vow to give up complaining about the state of theatre.

I’m looking forward to the coming adventures in KY, and creating a new theatrical home of some kind.

Why Louisville? It has good theatre, of course. Decent, and in some cases way beyond decent, food. (We  Californians do excel at food, and it’s important to us.) It’s a great hub:  A two hour flight from NYC, a nice drive to Chicago, and a little over an hour from the Beloved’s parents. And the economics of living are  far gentler than San Francisco.

I hope you will send out your good thoughts for our journey across the country.

Thanks and cheers!