By moved into myself, I mean that I moved just about every single thing into this house by myself. Mom helped one day with a couple of small things, and Laurie helped me move the couch, but other than that, I carried everything out of Mom's house and my storage unit and carried it into my new house. Some of it, I really should have had another person to help with (mostly the bookcase Chris built for me years ago...Chris builds furniture to last, and that often means furniture that's heavy), but there was nobody around and nobody volunteered, so it was just me.

There is a certain amount of satisfaction in doing it all myself, but this is the fourth time I've had to move entirely on my own. This was entirely the wrong time for everybody, with illnesses and other moves and accidents happening to seemingly everybody, but it would have been nice to have been offered some help.

I was really angry about it earlier today when I was hauling the last bit of stuff to the house, but I'm calmer now. I think I've just been worn out over the past couple of weeks. Work has been busy, I've been trying to bump up my exercise lately, Laurie's Mom and my sister-in-law both had to go to the hospital (both are doing well now, thank goodness), Sean, Heather and Emma moved out of state, and I have the reading of Parthenogenesis coming up at the end of the month.

I still have a lot of work to do on the house, but the moving part is done, and I'm happy about that.

The first read-through of Parthenogenesis is this Friday! I can't believe it's here already.

From all reports, the actors are great, and they've expressed excitement about the script. I've had some good conversations with my producer and director so far, and I'm really looking forward to seeing how everybody interprets my work.

That's really what I love about playwriting more than any other type of writing. You can get impressions of how someone interprets your writing in fiction or poetry, but when I write a play, I feel like I'm seeing inside someone's head as they read. It almost always surprises me how differently someone reads a script than how I heard it in my head as I wrote it. It's not even a matter of interpretation most of the time, it's just inflection or the voice an actor uses or where she chooses to pause.

There are times when an actor or director will take something I thought was crystal clear and come up with an entirely different way of seeing it, and that's when I'm thrilled more than ever. I love to think that I've written something that isn't so cut-and-dried that there's only one way to perform it.

This weekend should be really fun. Hearing my play by this group of actors for the first time, plus I'm seeing a play written by a friend of my producer, and I think I'll be able to catch Kymm's production of Shirley Valentine, which is one of my favorite plays ever.

NYC, here I come!