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Tomorrow The Lucretia Jones Mysteries goes up.

It is great to be in charge of so much of a piece of art. It’s great to be able to produce, set design, sound design, act, write music, record music, hang lights, build sets, find props and find costumes for a show, and it is thrilling to be able to do all of that for one show.

I have a friend who hates the fact that off-off theater requires so much of the actors, that actors are expected to create more of the show than just the characters and are also required to try to bring in audience. I love it.

But I wonder if I love it because I have chosen to. I am doing a play written for Jordana, and I get to act in it with my two best friends. I don’t have a right to complain. But I’m tired, and sometimes I am a little sad about the fact that no matter how hard I peddle, this is a stationary bike.

But it is better than not peddling at all, or, to extend the metaphor, to stand with my nose up against the glass looking at all the gorgeous bikes I can’t afford. If all I have is a stationary bike, then I am going to keep peddling and hope that I’ll eventually get where I’m going.