Life is like...

So, I'm writing a lot these days, but I'm afraid none of it is going to come to any fruition. Mostly I'm my own worst critic, but rarely does material make it from my fingers to the keyboard without me thinking at least twice, "This is total crap."

I found myself stuck in an extended metaphor where I illustrated my theory on life being like a successful game of Solitaire and realized that A) I need a bit more literary inspiration -and- B) I play too much Solitaire.

I also decided that "life is like" is one of the easiest (and therefore lamest) literary devices to use because it's already so overused. We all know what life is like. It's like a box of chocolates, riding a bicycle, a coin, a blanket too short, the sea, a boat, a song, a symphony, a tapestry, a puzzle, a book, a boxing ring, a racetrack, a chess game, an hourglass glued to the table, etc. etc. And so my chapter on 'Solitaire' will most likely not make the final cut. At this rate, I'm tossing 6-8 chapters for every one that I keep. Needless to say, my progress is... um... slow.

Frustrating, to say the least.

I have a few more callbacks coming up this week, so that's something to look forward to... I'm anxious to have my season mapped out. I find that it's more than a feeling of security with having work (though that's a big part of it). I like having shows to immerse myself in. I will listen to soundtracks for weeks/months at a time, and get really pumped about the production... and feel less inclined to have to 'cram' last minute when I've got an idea what I'm doing (or can get the script ahead of time). I'm anxious to get back to the busy season. I do love my summers because I have more time with the kids as well as having time to write and indulge in some of my neglected pet projects... And as much as I love teaching and working from home, I miss having rehearsals or performances to go to. When I have no set schedule or agenda, I have a tendency to procrastinate.

Which is why half of these boxes are still lingering in what should be my functional office while I blog on my laptop in the living room...

And on that note, I must return to my domestic duties for the day. After all, life is like the laundry buzzer always snapping one back to reality...