I'm sitting in my kitchen. Outside, a massive 12-person rental van overtakes my street. I wait for my people to arrive. Eric calls. Forgot to pack some fundamental garments so a detour will start our drive to Ross Creek tonight. I don't care for winter, nor for driving at night, nor for massive rental vans. I am so aware of the precious cargo. So many developing creative personalities in one space, hurtling forward into the darkness.
Much like the creation process, sometimes? Hurtling forward into the darkness.
More on the Ross Creek weekend adventures to follow. Our schedule is brimming with work on all the shows and a DaPoPo staple, communal eating. The company that sautes together...?
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