I’m in this show tomorrow. It’s a tribute to playwright Robert Patrick. You probably know his play Kennedy’s Children.  I have the opening monologue. It’s 14 minutes long for chrissake! Lordy the things I agree to do 🙂  HOWEVER it has been fun being an actor and not something I wrote. (Speaking of which I have a new idea for 2 new solo shows: How to be a Diva in the 21st Century and Nerd Anarchy. I’m insane. But when the muses stop by the very least you can do is jot down what they say) (Actually to second parenthetically note something, which s bad grammar but you don’t care, I read a cool article about Inspiration being a Hoax. How the idea that we create art from inspiration is foolish. We create art because it’s what we must do. So we do it. Whenever we have time. Those sitting around waiting to be inspired tend not to create a whole lot.  I have always said this.   If you write all the time when you don’t something feels off..wrong-ish…..like you left the stove on…and then you wrote something and everything’s better. Luckily though I am seemingly always inspired. I think that might have to do with the fact I am always creating and seeing other peoples creations. Probably. I have fact to base this on.) ANYWAY I am in this little tribute play and will have pictures to post.  It has got me thinking of my life as writer. I wonder when I’m 70 will there be a David LeBarron Tribute of all my crazy work? Will it amuse me? Will I ever get around to publishing anything so they can do a tribute? Hmmm……

OH and the reading of First Elders was amazing. I’m re-writing. WOW is it hard. Just changing one little thing and  every word needs to be re-thought. It’s less fun than it should be. And yet what I’m coming up with is delicious. I love the new set up. We shall see. OH and AND in a week is the first read of Magical Monsters. Cross fingers, unless you’re a monster then cross claws, talons or hooves.