Across and down: Timothy Crawford, Alex Gagne-Hawes, me and Nicholas Walker Herbert, Jocelyn Paine, Valdez, Alaska at 1:00 a.m., across Prince William Sound late evening.
Alaska, at last.
When I was in the 4th grade, my family set out on a road trip with Alaska as a destination. A blizzard in Montana changed our minds and we hit the Oregon coast instead. I finally made it to the 49th state this June for The Last Frontier Theatre Conference (soon to be known as the Valdez Theatre Conference). My play In Search of Lost Time was read. In a strange twist, playwright Nicholas Walker Herbert was cast to play a role, and he reminded me that we were in Cusi Cram's ESPA Triathlon together a few years ago, and I wrote a play in a weekend--THIS play! (That's Nick with the goggles. Thank you, Nick!)
I saw a lot of beautiful things and met a lot of beautiful people and heard a ton of plays and ate my 2018 allotment of cookies (always coffee, always cookies, always ice water in the lobby). I listened and wrote and laughed and danced like a lunatic and listened some more. During talks with Gregory Pulver and Danielle Dresden, I put my finger on what's missing in my play. And during my walks to the ferry pier (trying and failing to photograph an eagle fishing), I put my finger on what's missing in my playwriting. I'm better for my trip, that's for sure. A HUGE thanks to Dawson Moore for inviting me to bring In Search of Lost Time north.