believe in faeries

[kaydeefalls]

I feel like I've been living in two different worlds in my head lately -- the world of the play I'm directing next quarter, and the world of the YA fantasy I'm trying to write. Needless to say, my grasp on the real world is rather...tenuous, I guess. It's just so much less interesting, y'know? Why would anyone want to deal with papers and exams and data entry and squabbling roommates and parents and dentists when there are Irish graveyards and citadels of magic to create? I sketch out imaginary continents on the backs of Bio handouts and mull over ghosts and saints on the walk home from work. This is why I want to work in the theater for the rest of my life, where every day is a game of make-believe. I just...I don't know. There's just so much stuff to create and love and enjoy. Why do we have to waste so much of our time on trivialities we don't care about when there's magic to be done?

Comments

[jimmyrabbitte.livejournal.com]

Exactly! I'd much rather be spending time with the people I'm creating than doing any actual work. Do we have crazy god-complexes, or is it just a massively expanded game of make-believe?

On that same topic, are you coming back home for the break? I'm thinking about doing a reading with a bunch of us of one or two of my complete scripts, and I can't imagine doing it without you.

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

I think we lean more towards the make-believe than the god complex. Unless you get off on the control over your world, rather than the playing in it and the "ooh! shiny!" factor.

I'll be back in NYC on the 7th, and I'm totally up for a reading. Although I'm getting my wisdom teeth yanked on the, um, 13th I think, so I'd muchly prefer it if you held off until a few days after that, because ow.