As I write this, the cast of our staged reading of Dracula is rehearsing in my living room. My wife is directing and we have assembled some truly wonderful actors. It is their task to turn my gothic brainchild into an actual thing. Daunting task guys. It is funny. Writing this show was a task. Yes, I have kept Stokers characters and many of his scenes and some of his lines, but don't let that fool you, I truly feel as if I have written a show. Good feeling. But sometimes, while writing, I felt that it would only ever make sense in my own head. Turns out I was wrong. I can hear actors right now and they are talking to each other. Saying my words. Strange feeling. Words pop into my head. I could be going to or from work, in a rehearsal for another show, or even sitting at my computer hoping inspiration strikes. I take the words and I make sentences. Then I make up people to say those words to each other. At this point it is all still so abstract. But then my wife Sarah gets a hold of it and she and Emma Couling pull some actors together. And they turn my words into an actual thing with a beginning a middle and an end. It became real...what started as a series of sounds in my head that formed words and so on...something real was made. Wow. So, I should get back to that talented group in the next room. This smile won't leave my face. The creepy scenes are creepy the funny scenes are funny snd the stupid scenes have been cut and burned. Great feeling. I will say, if this feeling could be bottled it would be a controlled substance
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