I f you look closely you can see my crooked tooth, the one that was chipped when I pretended I could skate just like my older brothers. It’s a constant reminder that I’m a clutz, but luckily I often wrap myself in bubble wrap or make sure to wear a helmet when attempting stupid things like riding motorcycles, or zip line in rain forests. I have had quite the life so far, and it’s only getting better. A week from today my new play 36Hours opens. I couldn’t be more terrified. This is the first time that I’ve allowed one of my plays to breathe a life on its own without mama bear playwright hovering at every rehearsal. I intended on joining in on the majority of the rehearsal process but my schedule became a chaotic, but wonderful, nightmare. So I will watch the story unfold before my eyes next week on opening night.
I read the script over tonight to enjoy the story alone in my apartment. It’s a one hour journey through my mind. I marvel at the words that come out of my head at times. This play is one of those creatures that I’m not sure what exactly will happen when an audience of strangers, lovers, and friends gather at the small Red Room Theatre on East 4th street.
The main character in my new play, Annie, clearly announces that she is going on her Singlemoon and tonight I fondly remembered the Singlemoon’s of my past. I have taken many – Australia, Ireland, London, Sweden, Scotland, Wales, Ireland again, London a second time, but my favorite without hesitation was my trip to Greece last May. It’s not a coincidence that I wrote 36Hours in Greece – in many beautiful, interesting, inspiring, and haunting places. Last week I was on an interview for Graduate School – and the question was posed as to where I like to write and I realized I like writing everywhere, but really when I’m in transit, and when I’m travelling. I wrote this play on the ferry, on the bus, on the plane, and while riding an ATV through the Island of Santorini. I didn’t actually do the writing while driving – but got a lot done on stops along the way. The play is beautiful and haunting just like the ancient buildings of Athens. The woman is carefree and damaged just like I feel at times. The man is loving and wise like many I’ve met along the way. He’s just wanting this woman to understand him, and accept his love. The play is painful, poetic, mesmerizing, and full of heart. I’m excited to watch the amazing talents of Michael Birch and Kerry Fitzgibbons bring these two characters to life.
A singlemoon is a underatted adventure that not many people go on. I encourage everyone to take just one trip alone to the first place that comes to you and see what unravels. I will be watching that story unravel starting on Thursday night. I hope to see some of you at the theatre. To my six loyal readers, thank you in advance for your on-going support!
Thanks for reading!
Amye
