Well everyone, I’ve got to apologize for the dearth of posts lately. The truth of the matter is, I am days away from completing the first draft of a full-length play with a certain genius named Sasha Cucciniello.
( Sasha & Self in Venice, 1999--water damaged)
We've been working on Con for about a year now. It’s a one-woman show about her con artist father, and about con in history, nature, culture, politics, and relationships. I’m learning so much working on it—about writing, about people, about life—and learning so much from Sasha.
So even though there are lots of stories to tell—the Story of the Adriatic Andy Goldsworthy Caterpillars! The Story of Carnival! The Story of the Maskmaker! Save Síraly! A Cousin in Budapest!—I can’t tell them right now. In a couple days I’ll start posting again regularly, promise.
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