I am suddenly, kind of out of the blue, in a fantastic mood. I put this down to a few things:
2) Last week I saw a show, one of the MFA Playwrighting program's thesis projects, called Grae Matters
. I didn't get a chance to ask all the questions I wanted to ask of the playwright and director and cast at the post-mortem on Monday -- but I did
get to talk to the playwright today while working for Doc. Note this name, theatrical types -- Carol Godart. She's amazing
. I got to ask her about a few staging facets of her show, including "Why did you cast the dual part of a teenage girl and a four-year-old girl with a male actor?" She asked me what I thought her reasoning might be, so I told her, and she beamed
and looked at Doc and said "Can I take her on all my trips?"
Which is so
encouraging, really. I'm not
just bullshitting my way through school, I'm learning
things and I understand
3) "Simple Man
," which I think I'm going to retitle "Adelphaki," which if I'm doing everything right means "little brother." Three things, here. For one, I realized a few minutes ago that I could actually submit this somewhere as an original piece, since even though in my mind it's a piece of fanfic, it actually involves characters totally in the public domain. (Hell, I'm wondering if I should rework it as a companion piece to Pandora
, though I'm not sure it works thematically with that at all.) I wonder if it fits into all these Trickster myths I write -- stylistically it doesn't, pantheon-wise it doesn't, but . . . Maybe that's going to be the collection. Myths Taken
. (And then all the Robert Asprin fans will pick it up out of confusion, and the high-brow fantasy sci-fi readers will avoid it like the plague. Hmm. But I'm such a sucker for bad puns!)
For another, I noticed another bit of accidental brilliance. batyatoon
pointed out that the first description of Pandora echoes the earlier lists of gifts that Epimetheus is so excited about. What I
noticed, rereading, was that at the beginning, when Zeus came to them, Epimetheus was "so relieved that [he] threw back [his] head and laughed." Later, when he got the news about Atlas, he threw back his head again, and he "screamed to the heavens." Echoing motions makes me all tingly.
And finally, on a reread, I am still way
too pleased with myself for the second-person thing. Because then you can read it as Epimetheus, of the long memory, talking to himself
, and remembering, and accusing himself. "Coward that you were, fool that you were." Just. That makes me so gleeful. And breaks me into little tiny pieces, but it's kind of awesome nevertheless.
(It excited me, also, that I can write things that even I
can analyze and find new things in. I are srs writer, guys!)
4) Listening to Dvorak's cello concerto at the end of Art History. Guh
. Just guh
So on the whole: in a good mood. I'm gonna go work out while I have the energy, because I am pretty certain I won't actually get much homework done tonight anyway, and maybe doing something productive like working out will inspire me to do more productive stuff.