I have to go learn some lines. Because I am in a play. A big play. For the first time in many, many years...
and sometimes I loathe it. Sometimes I want nothing more than to stay at home on my couch, preferably under a big warm blanket, and hide away... sometimes I want a life wrapped right up in nice soft cotton wool, where edge don't exist and it's just-right warm and muscles don't ache even when not active, where everything and me just drift and drift...
I think opium does that. I don't know. That's just what I've heard. I think it's much less appealing, that drift, from the outside point of view.
What is it about challenge that makes retreat so appealing?
I do not stay on the couch.
I push off, eat food, shower or bathe, brush teeth, drive the car to rehearsal - and usually, while there, I have a very good time.
Emily. Would she have hidden away from the world today?
Would she have been on Facebook?
Have hundreds of friends?
Why does he give so much away, the playwright? Why tell all the secrets of this most private and secretive woman? Why did he do that?
Perhaps he got them all wrong.
What do You know about Emily Dickinson? Tell me. Please.
Oh, and come see my play, if you would. January 22 through February 6. I expect by then I shall be The Belle of Amherst...
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