I’m not a summertime person. I don’t like hot; I don’t like humid. I don’t even like summer clothes. When summer is fresh and new in June, it’s tolerable, but I hate it when you get into September and it’s still sticky and miserable out and every day feels like a leftover.
I haven’t done a great deal this summer except write, read and send out a few more query letters. I did a little bit of traveling in August: made a quick jaunt down to Raleigh to visit my sister Margaret and audition for the North Carolina Theatre, and a week or so later drove to Kentucky with John and one of his buddies. I hadn’t been in Kentucky for years, and our route took us through a particularly beautiful part of West Virginia as well. To the right is the New River Gorge, where we stopped on a whim on our journey, and I’m so glad that we did. It was breathtaking.
I left John and his pal in KY to do things that manly men do, rented a car and drove on into Tennessee for a quick visit with my mom. Normally I drive the interstate route from Virginia to Tennessee, and while it may be quicker (nearly 12 hours instead of 13-ish), the Kentucky route has it all over the interstate for beautiful countryside. Next trip I make to Mom’s, I’ll be going that way.
Meanwhile it’s been writey-write-write as I carry on querying agents with Book 1 and try to complete Book 2 of my fantasy trilogy Once again my beta-readers have been invaluable with their insights, comments and encouragement.
I took a little time out from the writing to appear in a racy revue called “The Summer Hummer,” which was for the benefit of Taking Care Of Our Own, an initiative sponsored by theatreWashington (the folks who bring you the Helen Hayes Awards every year). Taking Care Of Our Own assists currently active Washington area theatre professionals and artists in personal emergency situations, and it’s a project I believe in and support wholeheartedly, having seen far too many of my theatrical comrades-in-arms devastated by personal illness, injury or other disasters. The George Clooneys and Meryl Streeps and Kristan Stewarts of this world aside, those of us in the acting biz don’t usually make a lot of money, and when something unforeseen happens, it can hit us hard. It’s good to know that the TCOOO initiative will be there in an emergency. For a good cause, I’m willing to put on a skimpy costume and sing a naughty song, and that’s what I’m doing over there on the left. If you’d like to know more about TCOOO and maybe even make a donation, follow the link above.
For those of you eager to know my next stage gig, I’ll be appearing as a bad-ass Wicked Stepmother in the Olney Theatre Center’s holiday production of Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella. It’s directed by my good pal Bobby Smith and I can’t wait to start work on it in October.
First, however, I gotta get through these last few weeks of summer.