I’m sitting in my studio working on my scripted performance for March. It just morphed from 20 pages of word spillage to about 10. To ask myself, “is this necessary? Is this part of the story’s thread?” The hardest thing ever. Like cutting off limbs.

A professor gave me some good advice last semester:

Don’t fall in love with your words.

Right now, my heart is too big for my keyboard. But after the editing surgery, I’m beginning to see clouds part. Patterns reveal themselves, certain words become pertinent, others fall away. I’ve experience many Ah-hah! moments this morning. I guess one must fall out of love in order to see the bigger picture. Clear the clutter, then fall right back in.

Back to backspacing.