Sigh. There are, like 80 characters in Henry IV Part 1, Part 2, and Henry V. But some of them are the same person, just with a new title, so I have to weed them out. And then I need to figure out which characters are minor and easy to cut. And then I'll still be left with too many characters, so I need to blend some, cut some, etc.
Sigh sigh sigh.
But I've got a nice little spreadsheet now. I think I've earned the right to go to bed.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
ohhhh i'm so sleeeepyyyyy
My new fave author.
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Yes, I should be working on my book. I am! I opened up all my files. I put on the right music. And then I sat there staring at the screen. Staaaaring... sigh. I'm so so sleepy. Sleeeeepyyyyy. But the last few nights I at least make myself work out one plot point before I go to bed.
Soooo sleeeeeepyyyyy.
There will be blood
The Curse of the Full Time Manager is starting to take effect. I'm getting that "och i'm so tired" feeling when I get home, plus the overtime here and there, here and there. Och aye! This month... Nanowrimo and FTM will battle it out for supremacy! Scaaaary.
Stratfordganza Day 3: À l fin de l'envoi je touche!
Our third day was Cyrano de Bergerac, again at the Festival Theatre. Here's the Shakespeare garden, looking a little worse for wear in this weather.
Here the Boyz discuss the merits of Cyrano, as they wait for the doors to open.
One thing that's fun about Stratford--a bit like being at a convention--is that everyone's there for the same reason, so they're all fun to talk to. Like, one day I was standing in the shop and said: "Colm Feore was so great in xyz" and the woman behind me said (gushing) "Colm Feore is great in anything!" And we were both going to see Cyrano the next day.
And at West Side Story when Gilby warned the people around us that he might break out singing, both the woman behind us and the woman in front of us said they would join him.
And at Cyrano there was a girl behind us who'd been here earlier in the summer with her mom, and had to come back and see Cyrano again with her sister. It was alll sooo chummy.
After the play we set off back to Toronto.
At the airport I got on a standby flight back home. Here we are with our last cranberry juice, at the airport.
And here we are on the city bus going home. We just finished reading our second E. Lockhart book, which was, appropriately, about kids at a theatre summer camp.
And that was the end of Stratfordganza. It was so fun, I wish I could do it every year.
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