Another very early morning: woke up at 4:30, brewed coffee at 5:15 (tiptoeing about so as not to awaken Michael). And by 8:30 I've eaten a bagel, checked in on Facebook and Twitter, watched Meredith Matt and Al and the soggy onlookers on the Rockefeller Plaza, and sketched some ideas for my first ten-minute play (not counting the backyard playhouse skits I adapted from Mad Magazine as a boy).
I didn't know how profound an effect this diagnosis and procedure could have on me.
Writing daily entries on this blog, and one or two a week on my other (www.Actorhubbub.blogspot.com, my take on the goings-on in the Greater Boston theater and film community) have inspired me to try my luck and test myself with writing a ten-minute play. The results I'll submit to the 2011 Boston Theater Marathon. And my own burst of creativity is buoyed on by the request from Peg Holzemer, longtime local actress, producer and friend. In June of next year, she's hosting a return of Theatre One's "A Slice of Life New Works Festival", of ten minute plays and the theme is Dealing With the Challenges of today. Peg's offer came this morning, a day after I started to write one, and mere hours after telling that to my dear friend Margaret Ann.
Stars appear to be aligning. My hip continues to make itself known, but it's not shouting at me (thanks to the meds). But it's just after 9AM. Now to turn to the chores (laundry and cleaning and preparing my sleep space for when I return home from hospital or rehabilitation facility).