Round 1 and Curtain!

It's funny how Wednesday sneaks up on you. So, here I am at the end of Round 1. It feels a little anti-climatic. Let's just dive in then?

This Week:
    *Reading: almost a hundred pages into Good Omens (Neil Gaiman). It's a bit ADD, what with the TOTAL PAGES: about 25.
multiple plots switching back and forth, but seeing as I have written like that before, I am not too confused with the plot currently.
    *Writing: I am surprised that I managed to write something today. I have had trouble writing daily during this Round, unless it's NaNoWriMo or one of five other monthly blog challenges. I really want to break this bad habit of NOT writing daily. To be honestly I did missed Monday, but I wrote a lengthy welcome email for my 24 Hour Theatre event  participates yesterday (that goes up on April 11th) and today I wrote a poem. Not the best of poems I have written, but I had thoughts in my head and they needed to come out. Partly my own thoughts and partly inspired by some friends going through some rough stuff lately. TOTAL WORDS: 184 today and 568.
     *Social Media/Visiting: on track. 4 blogs daily.
     *Theatre Stuffs: prep work for 24 Hour Theatre, first rehearsal for Zombie Prom, got my schedules and will begin working on Aesop's Foibles next week (stage managing).
     *Miscellaneous Stuffs: plotting out my Blogging from A to Z list. Signed up for NaPoWriMo (almost forgot that was next month).

This (coming) week: 

Coming April 11th

     *Reading: continue reading Good Omens. Try to start to reading in the morning before work.
     *Writing: write daily, about 200 - 250 words.
     *Blogging: 1 new blog post this week.
     *Submitting: 1 new submission.
     *Editing: work on 10 more pages of The Real Road Trip.

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Today is also WIPpet Wednesday. I missed last week because.... well, LIFE... so I am going to post something from my recent flash fiction, while I settle into my renown vigor of editing my novel. Today is 3/25/15. Using the weird WIPpet math: 3 + 2 + 5 + 1 + 5 = 16 lines. It's called To Choose. Actually I posted it about a week ago, if you wanted to read the whole thing here. I just do not have a Road Trip snippet prepared today.

The fingers of the figure were on the counter and he realized that the figure was tapping out a rhythm, “Are you quite finished?” the figure said in response to his stares. Its voice was rich and raspy, belying nothing of the nature of its sex. 

He walked casually up to the counter, eyeing the frame of the figure, slowing making eye contact, “You like?” it said and gave him a smile, wide and full of teeth.

“I do…” I words slipped out and suddenly realized that the figure must have been a man, “That’s not what I meant. Let me rephrase that…”

The figure still smiled, keeping eye contact, “Well you were giving me a thoroughly extended judgment. I was wondering what you thought.” Another smile and the figure laid its hand on his hand that was now resting on the bar. He didn’t remember doing that.

“I wasn’t judging…” the words spilled out. The hand felt soft. He looked down at the hands intertwined, but still felt that the figure was watching him.

“You weren’t?” it said surprised and pulled the hand away. He looked up at the figure, but now there was a woman behind the counter. A woman with red lips, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the largest tits he had said on any woman. “Now what do you think?” the voice was still rich and raspy, and this time seductive. 

Not quite ending the Round on a high note, but then again I am hard on myself. I directed a freakin' production of The Mousetrap. So, Cindy, get a grip! :-) I am pleased to note that I am still going though. I am still cranking out words and projects and such. I am halfway through my 2015 Goodreads reading goal of 30 books, and it's only March. Also, I am plotting for my April challenges, which is a first. I have my A to Z list of topics. I am thinking that maybe I will pre-write of stuff. I have ideas for a few of the  entries, so, maybe over the weekend I can get a jump on the entries. Also, I am excited to re-tool my goals to get further along.

Stats:
    *Edited about 30 pages in The Real Road Trip (of 115 pages).
    *Read at least 3 books to completion, maybe 4 this month.
    *Finished a flash fiction piece.
    *Keeping up with Social Media and Visiting my writer/bloggers friends. Took much advise thanks guys. You really have kept my going.

How did March turn out for you? What goals did you stick with? What goals feel by the wayside? What are you most excited for April, Dear Reader?

Music for Today:

Post Mousetrap Progress

Okay, so I missed Wednesday and couldn't bring myself to write anything, even a day late. Bad writer!
~slaps my own hand~ Anyway, I feel much more refreshed and I even am more on track. Yesterday was mine and the hubs' 8th wedding anniversary. So, I took him out to dinner at Ruby Tuesday's (a rare treat) and then we went to see Kingsman: The Secret Service. I have decided I need more Colin Firth in my life and Samuel L. Jackson was pretty awesome too.

So today I present my renewed progress in Round 1 before the end of the Round actually happens.

This week:
     *Reading: finished Anansi Boys (Neil Gaiman). Really good. Didn't know where it was going, but quite the engaging story. Have been consistently please with Neil's works thus far. I will be beginning Good Omens (T. Pratchett and N. Gaiman). Also, will be working on And Then There Were None (Agatha Christie).
     *Writing: wrote a piece of flash fiction for #writestuff monthly challenge. It's about making a choice of two equally bad choices. Read it To Choose. TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1946.
     *Editing: edited the above mentioned story.
     *Other Stuffs: cleaning the house this afternoon, laundry, garbage, and maybe vacuuming later.

from MorgueFile

This (upcoming) week:
     *Reading: read Good Omens and And Then There Were None.
     *Blogging: begin truly blogging 1 a week. Including my ROW80 check-in to make a thrice weekly blogging.
     Writing: write daily. Pen (or type) 250 words daily.
     *Editing: resume The Real Road Trip revision #1.
     *Submission: 1 new a week.

Mousetrap is done and put to bed. I was sad this week because of that, but now I have 24 Hour Theatre going up April 11th. April is full of trips and new projects. I have two new theatre projects, Stage Managing Aesop's Foibles for LCP and acting/singing in KLP's Zombie Prom. I also am doing the Blogging from A to Z challenge. Am a bit excited and am thinking of doing some pre-planning/writing this year, as last year I struggled with the some of the letters. Note: I think I am also going to start writing a list of blog ideas that will be constantly updated as the ideas are used.

How are you shaping up for this Round, Dear Reader (if you are doing ROW80)? What are you up to now that Spring has sprung (well mostly sprung)?

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Music for Today: I love these two and the video is just neat. Not sure how they did it. Probably green screened somethings out

A Flash Fiction Piece: To Choose

He stood there. The reality seemed far more bizarre than anything he could have cooked up in his own head. There was a man, or someone that resemble a man standing behind a bar. He couldn’t be sure if it was a man or if it was a rather androgynous looking woman. The figure was dressed in a rather loose white shirt, a bright red vest, and a dark cloak. He couldn’t tell if the features were masculine or feminine, the face looked rather gaunt. His eyes traveled down to the chest, checking out without trying to check out the figure proportions. 

It was breathing. The rather nondescript chest rose with each breath. And it was staring at him.

The fingers of the figure were on the counter and he realized that the figure was tapping out a rhythm, “Are you quite finished?” the figure said in response to his stares. Its voice was rich and raspy, belying nothing of the nature of its sex. 

He walked casually up to the counter, eyeing the frame of the figure, slowing making eye contact, “You like?” it said and gave him a smile, wide and full of teeth.

“I do…” I words slipped out and suddenly realized that the figure must have been a man, “That’s not what I meant. Let me rephrase that…”

The figure still smiled, keeping eye contact, “Well you were giving me a thoroughly extended judgment. I was wondering what you thought.” Another smile and the figure laid its hand on his hand that was now resting on the bar. He didn’t remember doing that.

“I wasn’t judging…” the words spilled out. The hand felt soft. He looked down at the hands intertwined, but still felt that the figure was watching him.

“You weren’t?” it said surprised and pulled the hand away. He looked up at the figure, but now there was a woman behind the counter. A woman with red lips, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the largest tits he had said on any woman. “Now what do you think?” the voice was still rich and raspy, and this time seductive. “Maybe I should judge you, if you are going to judge me?” She raised one eyebrow, coyly.

He was partly turned on and partly disgusted, so he laughed, “There is only one who can judge me.” He was determined to not let this person get the better of him. “Besides, I don’t know who you are.” Looking around the coffee shop, “Hell, I don’t even know where I am.” He smiled, feeling more confident now.

“Most don’t when they come to my place,” the woman smiled and turned slowly away. In a moment the room grew brighter and there was now a man in a crisp three piece suit behind the counter, “Is this more to your liking?” another devilish smile showed the figure’s pearly whites. 

“Who are you?” he said, eying the man, “And are you coming on to me?” He tried to back up but couldn’t.

“Is that what you think? The figure sauntered slowly around the counter towards him. “That you are here for pleasure?” 

“I’m not gay!” it didn’t sound like a statement, but wasn’t quite a question, as he took a step back and almost fell over. “I’m not…” The figure stood and put it’s arms around his shoulders. Face to face he now felt uncomfortable. Stuttering a little he said, “Where am I? Is this supposed to be heaven?” looking around, sure to find clouds, ethereal light, and cherubs with golden halos; but there he was standing in a coffee shop. It was small, but there were about seven tables inside and the sunshine filled the place with a warm glow, which he took for the ethereal holistic depiction of heaven. There was the smell of roasted coffee that suddenly filled his nostrils and sticky buns that made his mouth water. While still in the loose embrace of the figure, “Am I dead?”

The figure laughed and shook its head, turning once again into the androgynous figure from before, red vest, cloak, and all. “Is that what you think?” Another laugh.

“Well, you have changed your face three time now, what else am I to think?” Not budging from the embrace. “Are you God?”

The figure laughed, smiling a full and bright smile. Bringing its head closer to his. He saw that its eyes were blue and then blinked to a green, “Is that what you think I am?” It laughed again.

“I do…” the words echoed from his mouth. He felt like he was far away, “Is this a dream?” The figure leaned over and kissed him. The lips felt soft and tasted like honey.

When the figure pulled away it said, “Is that real?” 

Eyes wide, thinking and processing, “Oh God, are you the Devil?”

“So quick to jump to conclusions, Sir,” and the figure pulled away, head turning slowly form him.

“No, don’t.” He jumped outstretched, “Please don’t change again. Just stay where I can see you.” 

The figure turn back to face him, “Okay.” 

He was aware of how empty the place was, not a single costumer inside or any that had come in. “Just stand there,” his voice trembled. “Where am I?” he asked, eyes fully on the figure.

“Just a Cup Coffeehouse,” the figure said.

“I’ve never been here, have I?”

“It’s not a normal stop. Thinking of it as a waiting room,” the figure smiled and gestured to the room. “Would you like a coffee, or maybe a tea? We have some delicious scones too,” the figure made a gesture to the display case on the counter.

“So, I am not dead?”

The figure did not laugh, but looked directly at him. “No, well, we have to make a choice before you can leave, don’t we.” The figure winked. “I was thinking of changing the name to Sticks and Stirs, what do you think?”

“Um, that sounds a bit different. So, I am almost dead?”

“Maybe I will just keep it as Just a Cup. Nobody would get it anyway.” Tipping its head the figure continued, “Not sure. Oh, well” The figure crossed back to the bar. “Oh and not quite.” Gesturing to the coffee shop, “This place is where one comes to after judgment to wait to move on, but in your case, you have only to choose. Now you, Sir, have a choice to make.”

“Choice?” he said surprised. “But what did I do? I can’t seem to remember what just happened to me prior to walking through the front door.” And he gestured to the front doors that were now clearly visible.

“Yes. You need to choose, and then you will be free to leave. But I will warn you, you will not like either choice…”

“Oh, god no…” he dropped to the floor.

“You remember now?”

“I do…” he whispered

The voice echoed across the empty coffee shop. “I gotta choose whether she lives or I die? Is that right?”

“Do you?” the voice of the figure now stood over him and echoed, like the coffee shop was much bigger on the inside.

“Why?” he asked.

“It’s a way,” all of the emotion was gone from the voice.

“We were to get married,” he voice took on a dream like quality as he remembered, “The wedding, I was on my way. I had been out late the night before…Celebrating that last day. I woke up late, and was trying to get ready. Rushing,” he voice hurried and frantic, “There was an accident. I wasn’t looking…I hit a car. Oh God!” He looked up at the figure. “I hit a car, it was bad. I hit a car, because I wasn’t looking.” His voice edged with tears

“You hit a car, yes.” The figure grabbed his arms, standing him up and shaking its head and the blonde’s face returned. The figure shook it’s head and become the man again. “Do you remember now?”

“The blonde, it was her. I was Britta.”

“Yes and…”

“The man was me. Is me.”

“Also right…”

He swallowed hard, “I have to choose to let Britta live and then I will die. Or I get to live, but I lose Britta.” The figure’s first face had returned, “Why would you make me choose?” he asked. Tears fell into his cheeks, “What kind of god are you?”

“I am not god, and I am not the one to judge you. You really are the only one who can judge you, Sir.” The figure leaned close, lips almost to his, “I am just here to help the ones ready to pass over.” The figure flashed a smile, all teeth and bright white. The face looked thinner thin. The rich and raspy voice continued. “I am just here, waiting…”

“Death?”

“In the flesh!” and the figure giggled. “I hate to hurry folks along, but this coffee shop needs to open and you are taking up space. Not to be rude, but it’s YOUR choice, Sir.”

“My choice, why?”

“Because you were the one that chose to rush, not to pay full attention and you have to face that choice. The choice is you or her. What is it?”

“But who make these decisions?”

“It has always been that way. It is what I do. Now your choice, Sir! So we can move along. 

He stood there and stared at the figure with the androgynous face, smiling. A quick flick and Britta’s face was there and then his face. He wanted to be selfish, but he could argue with Death. Could he?

“No you can’t. I am afraid it is one or the other. Please choose!” the voice become a bit more persistent. The coffee shop’s lights dimmed and he could hear the heart monitor beeping. He suddenly could see Britta in her bed all hooked up to machines. 

He started to cry, “I don’t want to choose!” he declared.

“If you don’t then, you stay here and she stay in her bed forever. Nothing more will happen and I will have to open another coffee shop and leave you here to service an empty coffee shop.” The words were bitterly amused, “You will be in,” a giggle, “purgatory. End of story. And you will only be able to watch her hospital room. You want that?” pointing to the back wall of the coffee shop.

No.” He stared at the wall. “No, I choose to let her live.” He wiped away the tears.

The figure smiled, and the face changed, “Thank you, Darling!” and the figure as Britta came over and kissed him long and hard. He was going to miss those lips, as she pulled away, the figure’s gaunt face returned. “Now, you will get to stay here and meet those who have to choose.” It smiled its toothy grin, its face even gaunter, almost skeletal now. 

“But, I thought I would be going on? To Heaven. Or Hell.”

“Well, you will be going on to your next assignment. That happens to be running this place until someone comes to replace you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. This is a rotating position. Oh, don’t worry, the coffee is fresh and the scones are to die for.” The figure laughed and walked out of the front doors that closed with a merry chime. 

He watched the wall as Britta began to wake up. The colour drained from his face when suddenly the chimed sounded. He turned and saw a woman, short with red hair enter looking lost and confused. He smiled a big toothy grin and said, “Welcome to Just a Cup!”

Last Performance and Bittersweet!!

Okay, so today is the last performance of The Mousetrap. Today is going to be bittersweet. As does happen, this show has been amazing to put together and the cast phenomenal to work with. Tomorrow, I will face my post show crash, but today I go in with my head held  high and watch my cast give it all for their last performance.

ROW 80 goals are still on the short side this week, as I am still in between my two worlds. It's okay. I am going to have much more time. Feeling good today, Dear Readers. My current state of health is the illness wasn't bronchitis, just a several chest cold/cough. Yay ZPAC!! Cough is receding and feeling much better.

This Week (really short):
     *Reading: finished Five Little Pigs (Murder in Retrospect) by Agatha Christie and started Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. I can see the similar characters the Miss Christie has used in a few other of her novels that I have read, but the end always seems to surprise me.
     *Social Media/Visiting: most of the week was on track, 4 blogs daily. I slipped up about Friday and Saturday nothing.

This Week (upcoming and return to form):
      *Reading: continued with Anansi Boys.
      *Writing: work on flash fiction piece for #writestuff challenge.
      *Blogging: 1 new blog entry (non-ROW80). I promise this week, I swear. :-)
      *Submitting: 1 new submission.
      *Editing: edit another 10 pages of The Real Road Trip.

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That's it, I write this before I have to head to the Elks for the show. It's going to be a long day. Since I have been out and about, what have you been up to, Dear Readers? Any good trouble?

Not so bad as I thought...

This Week:
     *Reading: close to finishing Five Little Pigs (Murder in Retrospect) by Agatha Christie. Less than 40 pages left.
     *Blogging: no new non-ROW80 posts, but I am current with my ROW80 updates.
     *Social Media/Visiting: 4 blogs for the last 3 days, I cheated a bit and did it all on Tuesday. But this gets me caught up on my daily tallies and keeps me informed of my fellow ROW-ers.
     *Theatre Stuffs: brush up rehearsal tonight!

It's been a weird week, what with 2 days off. While the rest was much needed I feel at a loss when I am not doing something theatre related. This is especially true of the week between performance weekends. Here are a few more (non-spoiler) shots from last weekend.

 This (coming) Week:
     *Reading: finally finish Five Little Pigs, and start Anansi Boys (Neil Gaiman). This is the plan. I was not feeling that great yesterday and missed a chance to read.
   

*Writing/Blogging: work on a story for #writestuff, post 1 new blog post (non-ROW80) to the blog, maybe write some poetry. We will see how much I can get done tomorrow (Thursday).
*Social Media/Visiting: continue to be on track.

I am still keeping it simple for this week. Expect that I will have more to report on and more writing to share with you all, Dear Readers. Yesterday was rainy, but the warmer weather has arrived this week and the piles of snow are starting to recede. Wahooo!!

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Also, it being Wednesday, it is WIPpet Wednesday. I have not really worked on my WIP The Real Road Trip, but it's time to introduce Selynee's dad. Using the WIPpet math (today's date is the 11th), I present 11 short paragraphs (I don't have access to my edited script, so here's the pre-edited version).

“Not tonight,” Selynee shook herself free of the memories. She looked up at her father, “I will tell you, but it’s almost midnight and I still have two days of school to get through before Spring Break.”

“Right. Well, if you need to talk, I can break out the cheesecake and coffee.” Her laughed and lightly shoved Selynee.

She smiled and looked up at him. He was trying. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll keep that in mind if I can’t sleep.”

“I know I’m not your mother…”

Selynee interrupted, “And for that I am glad…”

“But I want you to know that I want to be involved. I might not know how to sew, but you and me have to stick together.”

Selynee nodded, “I know, Dad. I just don’t know everything myself.”

“Neither do I. Maybe we can try finding it out together?”

“Maybe,” said Selynee.

“Goodnight, Pumpkin.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.


“Night, Daddy.” She smile and shoved him back.

Because for some reason this was playing in my head yesterday:

1 Weekend Down and Straight Onto Morning

So, first three performances of The Mousetrap are over. It's been a long week and weekend. Really worth it though to see my cast entertain three sets of audiences (Friday through Sunday). They made them laugh, surprised, and sympathize with them. They made me laugh, cry, and surprised me too! It was AWESOME!! I couldn't have asked for a better cast!

A quick shout out to Choice Photography for these great shots of Sunday's show, and don't worry these are not spoilers. SPoliers, Darling!

This Week: 
    *Reading: I'm a little further along in Five Little Pigs (or Murder in retrospect) (Agatha Christie). I think I can finish it.
    *Theatre Stuffs: Opening weekend! Full of awesome!

Again, if you are anywhere near
Corning, NY, come and check us out! We perform at the Corning Elks
on the corner of 1st and Walnut, March 13th - 15th at 7:30 and 2:00.

Centre Stage Community Theatre

Monkswell Manor

Yes, shameless plug!!

This Week (upcoming):
   *Reading: start Anansi Boys (Neil Gaiman), begin another Agatha Christie mystery, maybe And Then There Were None (or Ten Little Indians).
   *Writing: flash fiction piece for #writestuff. Write more flash fiction/short stories using the 30 song title writing challenge. I am not sure how much I am going to write, but this week is a return to normalcy (well as normal as a writer's life is).
   *Blogging: 1 new non-ROW80 post.

Okay, I am going to take it easy on my. I know what goals I can also work on, but I want to get back into thje swing of thing, Dear Readers. Directing a show is rather overwhelming and awesome, but also tiring. So, I am going to build up slow. See where I am at Wednesday and then go on from there.

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Music of the Day:

It's (almost) Showtime!

Quite short and sweet!

This week:
    *Theatre Stuffs: got the set going, began tech rehearsals (had a snowstorm that cancelled yesterday's rehearsal), cast looks and sounds good, getting final touches on the set, painting trimming and fireplaces, hanging pictures, interviewed this morning on WENY-TV (see here). I have two more rehearsals. not going to look at the script. My stage crew and light/sound tech are in control (which is harder for me as I do like having a degree of control). But, my confidence in this show and the pride in my cast supersedes that need to have my hand everywhere.
    *Reading: I did manage to read more of Five Little Pigs (Agatha Christie). TOTAL PAGES: 20.

The Rest of the Week:
    *Theatre Stuffs: shows Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
    *Reading: continue with Five Little Pigs.
    *Writing: have a new #writestuff challenge A Choice. I am excited, even with the busy days and nights, to have a specific goal to work on. Keeps me thinking.

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Not really much else, Dear Readers. Been so busy with Monkswell Manor that I have developed a British accent when I talk to everyone. It's been a grand time. I will be you on the other side. Lots of stuff and writing projects post Mousetrap.

Music for the Week:

...Only 30 Miles from London!

It's Sunday and no I haven't done a thing with my goals. I spoke earlier about this potentiality. It is true.

Today begins Mousetrap tech week (known to the theatre community as Hell Week). Simply put, when hell week happens nothing else gets done. My house has becomes a tornado alley (more than normal), with stuff and things everywhere. Chores like dishes are forgotten, laundry doesn't get put away, forget any sense of order. Anyway, all this babbling means that I have been 'living' in Monkswell Manor, 30 miles from London for the last week and will be for this week. I will try to accomplish something, but today and Wednesday are looking a bit packed for time.

This week:
     *Reading: I got a little farther in Five Little Pigs (Agatha Christie). TOTAL PAGES: 20.
     *Theatre Stuffs: got the first coat of paint on the set. Will need a 2nd coat on some of the panels as the previous show used this dark red and touch ups. Got most of the props, just missing a few last minute props. The interior designer is still at work getting wall stuff for Monkswell Manor, just so far it's looking good. Sound effects are done. Publicity is ongoing with press release having seen in the Corning paper already.

This coming week (going to make this simple):
      *Reading: attempt to read at work, during lunch. I usually do, but this past week has been distracting. Make my way through more of  Five Little Pigs.
      *Writing: try to write something between Sunday (today) and Wednesday, even if it's one thing.
      *Theatre Stuffs: do TV interview with Dale 3/4 (butt-crack of dawn), finish set (painting, fixes, and last minute touches) on Tuesday, rehearse, rehearse, rehearsal, oh and I forgot rehearse! :-)

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I have been quoting this show about continuously, "Little Bo Policeman has lost his skis and doesn't know where to find them..."

"The north wind doth blow; and it will bring snow; and what will the Robin do, poor thing."

"But such a gay little tune? Don't you think? She cuts of their tails with a craving knife- snick, snick, snick- delicious. Just what a child would adore. Cruel little things children..."

So, if you are in the Corning area March 6 - 8th and 13 - 15th come and see The Mousetrap!