tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773752940819506465.post-58259001851582708442008-01-12T09:17:00.000-08:002008-01-12T09:44:45.584-08:00I heard a metaphor once that described the process of performing a play as a big ass boulder at the top of a hill. You start the boulder rolling, and once it starts gaining speed, there's no way to stop it before it reaches the bottom (short of major disaster).<br /><br />It's 9:36am, and I'm sitting in the Lounge at CHAC, surrounded by writers and directors discussing the plays they've written/selected, and it occurs to me that the boulder started rolling last night the moment the theme was pulled. It's about a fifth of the way down the hill and still gaining speed.<br /><br />I should probably say something pithy here about the connection between writers and directors, and the bond that is created in the first conversation about a play, but all I can think about is the fact that I'm sitting in a room full of good-looking people. Especially those playwrights - these people barely slept last night, and they're still looking <span style="font-style: italic;">damn</span> fine.alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10134589480010942443noreply@blogger.com