Writing a musical where the collaborators live on opposite coasts is challenging. There’s something about face-to-face ideas and energy that help the work take shape. But after a productive and exciting two weeks in NYC, my Metro Card expired. My credit card, too. I was so grateful to come home to Portland — home to my squishy bed, crazy cat, bike lanes, farms full of peaches, mountain views, three-dollar beers, and above all, some personal space and quiet. The constant noise and elbow rubbing of the Big Apple is inspiring, but here in my Pacific Northwest hideaway is where I can get my work done.
And the work IS getting done. The first act is kicking some serious ass, if I do say so myself.
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