YOU: “Don’t invite me just to slam the door in my face.” Fair point. Email events@dramabookshop.comand get on the waitlist.
Or… watch us broadcast it LIVEon our instagram account at 7:30pm EST Tuesday Oct. 22 if I can figure it out.
I mean I did buy a tripod and I am dragging it across the country.
(They don’t have tripods in Manhattan. Just books.)
Unrelated… Is it weird my dead mom still subscribes to these posts at her AOL account? Do you think she ever checks it? Will she judge me for posting a gif of my cat checking out Migdalia’s new collection?
Hi. This is not a real update. This is just to let you know I’m alive and writing. I’ve been trying to smallen my communication load, which sometimes feels like a deep breath and sometimes feels like constant gasping. It also means I’ve been slow on the ol’ socials, along with everything else. So I’m thinking this is my new regular. Which isn’t bad I guess. Though as a restless insomniac who spends her waking hours inside a long-form spasm, the dissonance is uncomfortable.
But I’m writing. Writing writing.
In the meantime, we made some books. Please buy them. They are gorgeous.
About 150 years ago back in May, I sent out a strange email blast with two theatre pals, Meg Miroshnik and Kelly Miller (who founded the feminist advocacy group the Kilroys with myself and ten other theater artists). The email was formatted weird because Meg’s keyboard was messed up, and there was a link to a strange internet page which lead to another strange internet page which lead to ANOTHER page with a request for artwork, promising that if we received more than 100 pieces we would make a book.
Well.
We got more than that.
So we made a book.
New book.
It’s brimming with beautiful pieces made by people you know or wish you knew. Or will get to know by seeing what they made. Go take a look: https://amzn.com//1734140224/
We’re dropping it the day before the election because we’ve been clenching our teeth for about five weeks straight, and this book has helped remind us we can still make & share art through our pain and discomfort.
Maybe you could use that kind of relief right now?
Or maybe you just want a distraction from the chaos.
Or, perhaps you’re in the mood to witness the bravery of folks finding expression for things that are inexpressible…
Unless you already have plenty of books with artwork by theater people. In that case, maybe you should buy one for your friend who doesn’t have any?
Or maybe you want a book but can’t fork over the dough. Well then, ask your extravagant chum to purchase one for you.
And if you happen to be an extravagant chum, buy ten books and give nine away.
And hey, if you know someone in the field who could use the cash, send them that link. And if you’re that someone, fill out the form. If not, see above re: extravagant chums.
The $$ will be available to folks for as long as we can keep this up.
