Don’t the the door hit you on the way out, 2017!

I can’t remember looking forward to a year as much as I’m looking forward to 2018.  2017 was like inhabiting every freaking character in Valley of the Dolls simultaneously for many Americans, but no stay at the Betty Ford Clinic will ever help us out of this particular valley.  I’m hitting 2018 hard and fast, first with a journey to Banff and Lake Louise in January with my beast childe, and then going immediately into pre-production on Young Frankenstein, which I’m directing for Theatreworks New Milford.  I’ve decided that the fact that my manuscript for The Seven Tears didn’t come back from it’s first date with an editor Milo-style complete with sarcastic comments that essentially read: “You’re so stupid that I can actually just sit here and type ‘you’re stupid’ over and over again and you still won’t understand that you’re stupid and your ms. is a complete waste of time,” is a good thing.  All my brother and sister writers, can you feel me?   So, Banff, Young Frankenstein (or steen) and completely rewriting my book should take me to – yep right up to 2019!  In the meantime, I’ma hashtag pretty much everything and keep the terriers close, because it’s freaking COLD.