Two - No. Three. Three Plays. One Week. The Future.

Somewhere, sometime, somehow in the last few years I must have said to myself:

"I want to act again."

Because I have noticed, when I say things like that, they eventually happen.

Tomorrow - Monday - and Tuesday, I rehearse See Me Naked. For the first time in three years.

On Wednesday, I rehearse Belle of Amherst. Thursday, I perform Belle, at the beautiful Womens' University Club in downtown Seattle.

Friday, I tech and dress See Me Naked, at the funky and awesome Open Space for Arts & Community on Vashon Island.

Then, on Saturday, I perform See Me Naked.

Oh - and I forgot something - tomorrow night I actually have a rehearsal for another play - B4, by Kathy Hsieh - for a reading that will go up November 7 and 8.

This is my week.

And sometime in between all of that, I'll write one or two grants and start the fundraising letter for one of my places.

So Kenny and Finn are leaving me alone right now, blessedly. I am hoping for 4 hours, but will likely get 2. See Me Naked is far from my memory, which is odd - for years, that show was one I could pick up in 15 minutes or less.

I'm scattered, internally. Abuzz.

I am acting again. Like, really. The Belle performance on Thursday will be number 36 or 37 or something like that - and may be my last full one. I have a gig to perform a short section of it at a fundraiser November 14, and who knows after that.

See Me Naked? Here's the thing - UMO has started working with a new booking agent. He books a very successful show all around North America - Defending the Caveman. The creator of that show retired to a ranch he bought in Montana. He doesn't have to work anymore. When I heard about that, I thought about See Me Naked, and I said, out loud, "I wanna be the lady caveman."

And Elizabeth said, "You have to do that show again." And I said, "Yeah."

And 10 minutes later I walked across the field to Open Space, and the wonderful director there Karen said,
"Hey - we want you to do See Me Naked here!"

10 minutes.

Life is... afoot, it seems.

I'll have made about 30% of my very tiny income this year from ACTING. On stage. In Seattle. That is mildly astonishing. I'd like to make 60% of a much healthier income next year from acting.

Next year, and beyond. I do. I want it. I wanna be the lady caveman. I wanna do See Me Naked enough more times to have some fun, earn lots of money, and then have other ladies take it over and perform it all over the world. I wanna sit and talk to Oprah at some point. I wanna retire to my own ranch somewhere and think about what kind of work I really want to do next, and not have to worry for a moment about scraping out a living.

Today. This Week. Next Year. The Future.


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New Work! New Ideas! New Life!

Things feel good - energy crackling and ideas popping!

Found a cool website - http://www.dooce.com/ - about moms and women and life, and I have some good part-time work gigs afoot, AND -

I figured out what I want to do with my life!

I love these moments! When everything becomes clear and the surge begins...

and as all good ideas, it blossomed in conversation, in a restaurant, with a friend:

My pal Leslie and me, sittin' in Geraldine's Counter, in Columbia City, catching up after a couple of years apart. Talking about life, love, work, dreams, work, questions, self-doubt, self-questioning, reveling in our narcissism - who doesn't love that girfriend time?

And I said, somewhat abashed: "I've been thinking about reviving See Me Naked... like, for womens' conferences and stuff..."

And she almost jumped out of her seat. And said, "I want to do that with you! We can add a facilitation piece, a training piece, workshops, etc..."

And the old adage - two heads are better than one - is once again ringing true.

In less than 24 hours, we have a project management website cooking (to keep us on track), we've started work on a mission / vision statement, we have a short list of powerful women to call upon for advice & support when the time is right, and we have a powerful, identifiable indicator of success:

In 18 months, we will be sitting on Oprah's couch, talking about our work.

I'll be trying to not stare at Oprah's eyelashes, and Leslie will be comfortable out on the couch instead of in the background.

I just told Kenny, my husband, our plan, and his response:

"Everyone, please welcome.... Liz Lemonnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!"

... in his spot-on impersonation of Tina Fey impersonating Oprah welcoming her character on 30 Rock.

Why not?

Why not.

Let the roadmap unfurl...




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