String

Last night I got to be a part of something that was incredibly inspiring.  My friend Lynn is adapting a book of stories into a play - essentially a monologue play - and she got together seven of her talented friends to read aloud and workshop what she has shaped so far.  The material itself is beautifully written and resonating so there was that.  And then, to be in a creative environment with this group of women, most of whom I was meeting for the first time, felt really special.  I love a good table read.  And I love feeling a part of the creative process - whether it is helping a friend along or developing something of my own.  The night made me want to go home and write and create.  But I didn't.  It was late, I was tired, I didn't feel like I could devote much time to writing, so I didn't.  I make up excuses all the time to not write.  I was talking about this infuriating-procrastination-tendency with a few people on set with me at my last commercial shoot and one of the guys said, "My room is never so clean as when I have writing to do."  And I was like, Yes! Thank you!  I would rather do laundry and dust than sit down to write.  And that is saying a lot.  The thing is...once I do sit down...once I finally commit to getting something - anything - done, I'm always glad that I did.  And it might not be the best string of words ever but it is a string of words. It's something. It's more than an idea in my head. And I can go back and string those words together a little more cleverly or eloquently.  But at least I have somewhere to go.  So...now...after a morning meeting of working on Girl Parts, and then a lunch with a friend, it's time to act on that inspiration I felt last night.  It's time to string some words together and see what comes out on the other side.  Even though the laundry is piling up...