So it's come to this...

I'm taking an indefinite sabbatical.

You might think, looking at my posting record, that I've been on sabbatical since, oh... July. Humblest apologies. Truth is, I have no internet at home, and I am very very busy doing mysterious other things. I loved maintaining this blog, and I love having a record of my theatre adventures, but it's safe to say that I've lost that blogging fire. For the indefinite now. I'm still catching a lot of shows, but I don't feel the need to tell you about it.

I'm still working over at Centerstage, as an editor, and a very, very occasional reviewer, but mostly as curator of the theatre picks section (a sneaky little job that allows me to see whatever I like, and not have to write mean reviews.) The Viola Project is roaring along, and the playwriting career is taking shaky, colt-like steps. My next readings are scheduled for February in the DC area, and oh, I was just recently a finalist for the Clubbed Thumb Biennial Commission, which is notable for being cool and downtown yet also having a fat wad of bills to throw at playwrights. At least, what I consider a fat wad. I haven't been able to use my wad-measuring calipers, because, as a finalist, I didn't get it.

In coming months, you might see some more newsy stuff like the above, or a special post for a festival, or who knows. The blog will remain useful for stalking purposes. But rest assured, if I ever go back to hard-core review blogging, I will get out the trumpets and let the world know.

And by that, I mean the theatre-blogging world.

Cheers!
Love,
Reina