Wisdom and Snickers

Another mostly successful day at the Jubilee Theatre. I'm exhausted, so I guess that's a good indicator of a long day's hard work.

My personal devotions this week are happening in the first three chapters of Ephesians. Today was the second half of chapter one. I began my day asking for the Spirit of Wisdom. At times I think I used that spiritual gift -- other times, not so much. But it was a good direction for my day. It's still written in purple on my wrist.

At children's theatre camp, found out it may not be appropriate to have Thomas Jefferson poison Martha's first husband with cookies so that he can be with her. Sounds like the key points to a romantic comedy to me. The husband has to die somehow, otherwise how would she become a widow? I guess a rewrite will happen before next week's filming starts...

At youth theatre camp, found out that sometimes it is really, really hard for younger teens to put themselves into a character's head. I don't know how many times I told them, "Think like your character. How did they get to this point in their lives? What made them act this way?" Some of them thrived when we started writing poems. Some did not. I'll have some prompting and revising to do before next week. But a lot of what was started was really, really great. I'm so excited. Plus, I think we're going to do some work with shadow images. That's exciting!

At rehearsal, found out that lack of energy is contagious. But, the ability to push past the slump is also contagious. It was a great rehearsal once we got going. My favorite part of being a part of a show is watching it evolve from the very first read through as we go through rehearsal process. We have only a few weeks before opening night -- I can't wait to see how it changes and actors grow.

Also, Vanessa called me a nigga tonight. She claims she didn't mean to, but she looked right at me and said, "Snicka for a nigga." Yes, Jonathan was standing right next to me and she was handing him a snicker bar as she said it, but we were making eye contact. First time I've ever been called a nigga. I feel kinda special. Guess it was bound to happen working with an all black cast and crew four nights a week.

And they've all realized my excessive giggling tendency. In Ramad's words, "It's what she does."

Until next time, pray for some wisdom, giggle, eat a snickers. :)