A great morning today at the monthly breakfast hosted by the Directors Guild for theater writers. My first time to attend, but it won't be my last.
You really don't know what a small town (or I should say a large collection of small actual and virtual "villages") New York is until you get out amongst 'em. I met a young aspiring playwright who was not only a fellow Texas Longhorn but works with a neighbor of mine from our current apartment building AND knew one of my daughter's roommates.
Just a group of fascinating people gathering for an hour of bagels and coffee and words and lyrics. One gentleman had scored 25 musicals. There was a designer, turned actress, turned playwright (and sometimes producer), who recently put up an off-Broadway two-hander (that's a play with two people -- I usually nod wisely when I hear terms like that then go look them up online), and she staged a reading of one of her works that starred all kinds of people you would know.
Bottom line: You just never know who you'll meet, where they're from, what kind of stories that have, where they might be tomorrow. Thanks, DG. A great morning.
OK. That's it, and that's enough. Back to work on The Dancing Princess. Less than a month to the reading. (Yikes! And less than two weeks to the Babes at Sea table read.)
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