Doubt...or lack thereof.

I'm afraid Emily has taken a back seat at the moment. I need to get my Christmas play toured and done before I can give "Being Emily" my full attention.

My husband commented recently that perhaps others will not be interested in watching an Emily Bronte play. I paused, pondered and proceeded to renew my faith in the play. I feel it is none of my business. It is, however, my business to to stay present with the work, commit to it, follow the process and present it. After that, it's the Universe's problem.

Juggling Act

Today I am wondering how other performers and artisits juggle various projects with their daily lives. At the moment, I am seeped in research material for "Being Emily", learning "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement C. Moore for a Christmas play I'm touring to schools and sourcing venues for another kids play I'm doing in the December holidays. Whilst trying to do these things, I have to close up my life here in Cape Town and move to a sleepy village in England. All I really want to do, honestly, is curl up on the couch with a Paul Theroux book!

Mornings

Every morning, Emily was woken up by a single gunshot that her father fired into the wall. I imagine she then got up to check the weather and looked at the view from her window-a graveyard. Is it any wonder that "Wuthering Heights" is such a gothic novel?

Waiting

My husband has moved to the U.K. and my daughter and I will be joining him next year. This should, in theory, be a perfect chance for me to start researching my play and focusing on the daunting task of being Emily. The truth, however, is that I am engulfed in sadness and longing for him. I have collected a few books on Emily and hope to start focusing soon.