Writing

I looked through my posts from last year, and I was so deep in revisions on The Second Time We Fell in Love, and knew if I stopped for a month, I would never get back to it. So a broke a streak of writing a new story every fall. And revision still took another gazillion years. 

Much like knitting, after you've written a book or three, you are sure you have a rhythm and a process and you can just slip and slide your way through the next story. Now I confess, I never actually used a slip and slide. Possibly because I never knew anyone who had one. Also possibly because I watched those kids in that commercial gleefully flinging themselves on the ground to get enough momentum to slide and thought, hmm, that looks like it leaves bruises. 

One of the things they don't tell you when you start writing, is that you get used to your brain being in that mode sometimes. You start to yearn for a new shiny story. Not just because the next one will obviously be better because you've perfected your slip and slide now. But also because your brain fills up with characters, and plots, and if you don't let someone of them out, they start rattling the cages. 

So if you are writing right now, I salute you. And if you are chilling, or reading, or some combo of the above, I salute you as well. 

Time

I took the day off of work today, mostly because I went to the Lucy Darling show in Baltimore last night, and didn't want to worry about if I got home late. I had planned my trains a little closer to the beginning and end of show than normal, because I wanted to play some mahjong too. (Yes, this has taken over a lot of my entertainment schedule.)

Of course my trains were completely on time, and the biggest issue was that I was ravenous when I got back to DC. I had food at home, but decided to stop and eat there.

It was Sunday, so many of the places closed early. With the time shift nine in the evening felt many hours later than my normal dinner, instead of just a couple. 

Of course nine pm is a construction which we proved by changing it. But so is dinner time. I used to eat much earlier because I worked second shift and so my "lunch" was basically a very early dinner. Now I tend to eat post work, in the evening. 

The shift of an hour doesn't seem like much, but I just read that even birds get jet lagged. So it turns out it's not just our obsession with clocks and time that have us confused by the light changing on us. 

I know time shifts differ by country (and state or county even) so your time may not have changed this week. But even so, I hope you give yourself grace when the hunger strikes not according to schedule.

Laughter

I went to see a comedy show, and first, the theater it was at now has a rooftop bar. And my friend and I were like yes. The view was amazing, it was a crisp fall day where there's a chill but it's not too chilly and there is something about a rooftop that is so fun. 

The show was great too. We went to see Atsuko Okatsuka and one of the things I forget about watching a comedy show in person, rather than the taped special, is that you get to hear the laughter move across the crowd. Hear where it gets quieter and where it starts as titters before moving to full blown laughter. There's also something just delightful about hearing people laugh. Freeing and connecting when we laugh at the same things. 

Hope you have some laughs planned in your life. 

Wanted: The Musical

Content warning: use of prop guns, assult with a deadly weapon, racism, intimations of attempted sexual assault. 

"Gun and Powder" was one of the last shows I saw in 2020 before COVID halted theater for a while. I kept an eye out, hoping it was still percolating. It's also worth noting that the original Martha Clarke I saw, passed away. 

I was so excited when I saw the move to Broadway announcement, and, as we can see, booked tickets for previews. The show has evolved, more than the title. Obviously I have the misty memories of the original in my head. But I will attempt to review the current version before discussing changes.

Mary and Martha Clarke are the biracial twins of Tallulah Clarke, who is Black. She says their father ran away when he realized she was pregnant. 

They grew up on a cotton plantation, that now post-slavery, they still work as sharecroppers. With some hard work and side hustles they have saved enough to buy the land. But when presented with the money, Mr. Billingsley claims he has just tripled the rent.

Fed up, the twins suggest earning money by going somewhere they can pass as white, since they can earn higher wages. Their mother gives them a gun to keep them safe. They soon discover that two young white women travelling alone are still in danger and pull the gun on their would be assaulters. One tosses his money at them and well, the idea of stripping white people, especially former slave owning white people of their money becomes their new plan. 

Mary wants to make one more stop before they go home, have a little fun in a saloon. There they discover Jesse, who knows about the gun toting sisters. Only he's been waiting since the Wanted poster of Mary appealed to him. And so he offers to treat them to some finer things, clothes, jewels, fancy food. Mary loves it. Martha wants to go home.

Tensions rise from there, particularly as Martha finds herself attracted to Elijah, Jesse's Black assistant. And Jesse says things that make it clear he himself is not into interracial love. 

There are kinfolk throughout acting as a sort of Greek chorus. And I do have to mention the maids Cissy and Flo who immediately recognize Mary and Martha as Black. 

The songs are amazing and this cast kills them. I walked out of the theater dying to call the friend I saw "Gun and Powder" with to talk through the changes. 

And so now the changes. It's hard when you see a work you saw in another version not to focus on the changes. All the changes I saw raised the stakes and also gave a few more characters agency. The themes are still there of biracial identity, and the challenge of an era where being biracial meant either passing as white or being Black, no in between.

I do think that Elijah suffered a little, because they made him a little milder, quieter, he even has a song about being invisible. But that made him seem less of an obvious match for Martha. 

I do like that he dreams of California now, rather than Boston. 

I also can't tell if Jesse is more obviously evil, or if it's just hard to redeem a dude who says your Wanted poster reminded him of his mom. 

But these are quibbles. I still love the show. The audience I saw it with was delightfully reactive, laughing, gasping, even mm-hmming in parts. 

I need a cast album of this show. I may also need a shirt that says Legend. 

The prior version I saw featured Solea Pfeiffer, Awa Sal Secka, and Rayshun Lamarr, who are all part of this cast. Liisi Fontaine had been in the original workshop.  

Heritage

I'm lucky enough to know a language professor who talks about heritage languages. How the languages that were spoken in your household become a little easier for you to pick up later, even if you yourself never spoke them because there are bits you absorbed even if you didn't fully understand all the grammar reasons. 

I was visiting family a had a chance to play mahjong. I took to it immediately and eventually showed up at a library mahjong event where I had the great fortune of being picked up by a threesome whose fourth had gotten stuck at work. They were less new than me, but not playing for points, and very patient with my missteps. I loved it. Did it help that I won once? For sure. 

I went back and played at an instructor table which was helpful if slower. And then I found an event with tea and Mahjong and a friend and I went and played for hours. 

Now I would love to tell you I plugged into the ancient heritage of my family's mahjong history. But honestly, the thing that helped us my immediate family used to play hours and hours of gin rummy. Every summer we'd sit around the table and play. It helped that we'd be in a house with minimal TV reception and no cable. It helped that we had no bedtime if we kept playing cards. 

We were ruthless, we learned how to observe what cards the others were picking up and discarding. We trash talked. 

And so mahjong feels like an extension of that. Members of my family do play mahjong. And maybe I am also tapping into that heritage in some way. 

I am having a lot of fun. Even when I don't win. Though winning is a lot of fun.