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?
The strike is over, HEEEYYY, it’s over and it was very hard and progress was made and I think it’s finally sinking in that it is really and truly over. But while it wasn’t, I made some fitness content to help people stay healthy on the picket line and to keep myself sane and occupied. The vids can be used in a non-picketing capacity too, if you want. And no, I’m not monetized. I like giving out free shit. Also I have a ton of niche knowledge from my side gig and nowhere to dump it.
In other news… I spent the afternoon updating the Tripwire website (different side gig). In the middle of trying to untangle some tricky code I got clobbered by a cannonball of gratitude. Like, how lucky I am to be in the same field as the people who made those books with me? Not to be a dork, but theater is fucking cool. It’s intense and nerdy and awkward and psychotic and a little evil and I love it.
And if you make theater, you’re evil too and I love you and thank you for not stopping, ever.
And by “it” I mean, dive naked head-first into an Olympic-sized pool of razor blades. Which is how it feels to be dealing with the logistical, financial, and emotional fallout of the colossal WGA work shut-down. In case you’re curious.
Week three.
In addition to having one’s career be snuffed out overnight for the foreseeable future AGAIN (ok, 2020 theater), nothing could have prepared me for the physical labor of pacing non-stop for four hours daily while battling near constant coastal winds with a giant poster board. Not to mention the writerly shame of failing to invent a witty sign slogan.
Unshockingly, we’re not the only labor organization willing to risk everything for better working conditions and fair pay. People are tired of feeling broken and used. And yes, the process of resisting harmful structures is grueling and time consuming and terrifying. But in my experience, unified action CAN AND WILL create change.
And of course, we could use help. Allyship works. I did math to prove it:
• one voice = sound
• two voices = harmony
• three voices = noise
• 100 voices = thunder
I realize I sound like a Facebook post about climate change or a Gofundme page for a no-kill shelter. But I’m too goddamn tired to make it sexy. I have ideas. You could donate bulk snacks to the picket lines. Or give $$ to the WGA relief fund. Or walk with your striking friends at a designated picket site. Or post solidarity messages on social media. Or (big one) re-consider your relationship to the subscription services you patronize. Even the tiniest gesture could be the morale boost that gets us all through the long summer ahead. ‘Cause bro, we’re gonna need it.
With gratitude and determination,
PS: If you literally have no idea what I’m talking about, start here.
