The Devil in Petticoats is over. I finally did get all my lines fully memorized, which did not stop me from paraphrasing on occasion, but only a little. It’s strange how a line you know perfectly goes haywire during the performance. Only I and someone with a script would have known it, though. We had mostly full houses and everyone had a good time. The audience was mostly gray. I just had fun with it, though I don’t think much of the show. The history of Becky Cotton is interesting and Edgefield society is also “interesting.” One of directors has sent me a script of a historical play she is going to present in February wanting me to play Francis Pickens, who was one of the ten governors hailing from Edgefield. I read my part tonight and I liked the part. He’s wooing a younger woman, who would become his last wife of three. I can play it low-key and I like that. I don’t think I would have liked him, however, since he was a secessionist.
Work has gone from famine to feast. I’ll log in around 30 hours this week. I’m covering other stores as well as doing my own. Next week is supposed to be even worse, depending on how you look at it.
I have a photo session scheduled for tomorrow. The first one in a long time. I’m looking forward to it. I hope she doesn’t cancel.
Whether I’ll have the money to finish the Masters degree (one course!) is up in the air. The Edgefield people will let me do the show at the theatre along with a one-man show I want to do, Tru, where I would play Truman Capote.
The washer stopped working today. No error code. I took a look at it, but I don’t think it’s anything I can fix. We have bad luck with washers.
I was to go to a meeting for another film to be financed and shot in Augusta, but the hurricane warnings caused it to be canceled. Actually, nothing much came of the hurricane here. A little rain and some gusty winds. I went in to work after noon, though I probably could have gone sooner.
There are still two local films on the back burner.