Rumspringa

I'm on FaceBook hiatus.  Last time I went on hiatus from the Book of Face I landed me a show on the great Broadway.  I'm hoping it happens again.  Actually most any job would be welcome.

I shouldn't bitch...I'm only 2 1/2 months out and have worked on a web series that is one of the great joys of living.

But I'm on hiatus from the Book of Face and I had one of those days that just made me wanna scream my boobies off BookStyle and get twenty likes and some commiserating comments.

No piece of paper that passed through my life was proper.  Numbers off. Songs misplaced.  Copier snafus. Translation issues. 

And a Playbill of a production that just plain pissed me off.

No FaceBook.  But a good friend. A real person was there.  And that's waaaaaaaay better.

Rumspringa - Tizzy Style.

Ps Please stay tuned for Bax and the City.

Dog Gone Wild.

Dear Robert

Thank you for playing, "I'm in the mind of Tizzy."

Your statement today, "Do what you can, as well as you can. That's pretty much what's available, and asked, of all of us" is on the heels and in the heart of something that came rushing out of my head in class last night.

"You are enough."

I know. I know. We've all heard that one.  But there's an important addendum...

"But you have to be you."

Not a sloppy copy.  Not who you'd LIKE to think you are.  Not who you DON'T like to think you are, but who are you at that very moment.  

It's funny.  A friend of mine read my cards recently and there was an overwhelming message that I won't dive into at the moment, but a secondary...

"Let the devil out."

Really?

And I have been.  It took a real kick in the pants to jar the sucker but the devil has been out and playing about.  

And I ain't so sure the devil's so bad.

Let's see what happens...

So Far, So Good

No failure.

It might be because I've redefined success and failure for myself.  

I don't know what the redefinitions ARE but I know they have nothing to do with "perfect," "perfection" or "right" and "wrong."

When it comes to art, which is what life is if you're doing it right wholeheartedly, those words, and what they encompass, have no place.

Right?

Oops.

Success and failure also have no relation to what you think about me.

Right?

Okay...I have some work to do.

The World Showed Me...

I showed you mine and the world showed me "its."  That's not right, but I don't know how to write/right it.  I do know how to rite it.

Pardon My Homonym.

Within 15 hours of posting my Icarus Session,* I was pre-approved for a mortgage.

Within 22 hours, my offer was accepted on my Christmas present to myself (for 20 years coming)...a beautiful apartment.

Within 40 hours I had an attorney and the deal sheet was out.

Within 96 hours, the umpteenth draft of TOMB was off to its director.

Within 120 hours, I will have pitched a book.

Within 120 hours, I will have had a huge audition.

Within 120 hours, I will have broken-thru.

And the little dog had his fifth birthday. And I saw a beloved perform...for the first time. And I celebrated with many.

It's been a long time since I've slept this little. I used to borrow from a friend, "I'll sleep when I'm dead."  Considering my cholesterol levels, I give that phrase back to her...clogged-heartedly.

Sleep is necessary.

For all except the little dog's birthday (and the beloved), so much of this could fail.  But you can't succeed unless you are willing to risk failure.

Sleep is really necessary.

But I'm ridiculously excited.  I love movement.  I love jam sessions.  I love connection.

And I love Downton Abbey.

Let the games begin continue.


*Do one.  What could it hurt?

Today

Is the little dog's birthday.

The little dog is grace. 

My House

Will you build me a house,
A house that really will be mine?
Then let me give you my design:
A simple scheme of
The house I dream of.

Build my house of wood,
Build my house of stone,
Build my house of brick and mortar. 

Make the ceiling strong,
Strong against the storm,
Shelter when the days grow shorter.

But build my house of love,
And paint my house with trusting,
And warm it with the warmth of your heart.

Make the floor of faith,
Make the walls of truth,
Put a roof of peace above.
Only build my house of love.

--Leonard Bernstein

Trucking

And blogging.  And blogging and trucking. 

Gotta love this brave new world.

Santa has left some hints about my TiZmas present and I'm getting...getting...EXCITED!!!

And I haven't eaten red meat in a week so I just might live long enough to reach my jubilee.

Haroo!

I've Shown You Mine

Now you show me yours...

The Icarus Sessions

God, I look absolutely pained.

AWESOME!

On the 1st Day of 2013

I can't wait to finish that sentence...