by Cameryn Moore
As I was sitting on the porch on Thursday with my morning cup of coffee, a breath-taking weight settled on my chest, and I couldn’t focus anymore on the blue sky and the air that is warming up again after a few days of retreat into winter. I felt my head drop back with the one sigh that managed to escape, and I knew that feeling: I’m contemplating a new creative project that scares the shit out of me, and I wish it were in my personality to retreat.
It’s a two-hander, two characters. Eeek.
It’s another fictional work, like Release, but more so. It’s a two-hander, two characters. Eeek. Multi-character interaction is something I haven’t touched in earnest in five years. Just to give you an idea of how removed I am from writing non-solo shows, I didn’t even know what “two-hander” meant until last year.
Not that I am going to leave autobiography and monologues behind. No. I have at least two more solo shows percolating right now; with this two-hander stepping to the fore, that means the earliest that these shows would see the stage would be 2015 (!). Yes, and I expect that if I continue in the way of life that seems to fit me, there will undoubtedly appear other soap boxes, other issues that I want to write and perform about.