Otherwise

Otherwise
opinions about life, work, and spirituality

Sneak Peek

May 24th, 2008

Here’s a sneak-peek sample of the Media Release about THE SADDEST GIRL IN THE WORLD:

Separated from everyone she knows. Haunted by a bloody past. Natya believes Canada is the beginning of a new life. Canada harbours dirty secrets of its own, however, and Natya must face personal demons in a fight to survive. Natya’s one possible ally is Ava: an innocent woman she has never met, whose dreams of jewels glimmer with hope.

Canada takes pride in its multi-cultural society and in attracting the well-educated from around the globe. Recent news articles by CBC and The Globe and Mail have exposed that multitudes of highly educated, experienced immigrants struggle to feed their families by laboring at low-skilled jobs. Contemporary immigrants are among the victims of Canada’s wage gap in which the rich get richer. For immigrants from conflicted countries, the physical presence of former enemies makes the struggle to fulfill “the Canadian dream” all the more difficult.

Otherwise Productions hopes to enter into the discussion of how Canada’s government and caring individuals might aid our newest citizens.

Dig

May 21st, 2008

The “lull” in the production schedule of TSGW didn’t turn out to be much of a break. My grandmother unexpectedly passed away two weeks ago, and James and I flew to Ontario to be there for the funeral arrangements and the funeral. Along with my Great-Aunt Elizabeth and mother, I gave a eulogy to my grandmother. She was an amazing lady; full of life, love, faith and courage. Among all the words I have ever written, the sentences I wrote for my grandmother, to express divine thanks for being who she was and for leaving us with a legacy of love, were some of the most meaningful to me.

So now I am back in Vancouver, separated from family once again, staring at my lengthy “to do” list for TSGW. It hardly seems to matter when I feel the great loss of my Grandma. (And to be honest, I could very easily do without all this blasted publicity and production work.)

There is still joy, however, when I rehearse or write: I’m a child at the beach, red plastic shovel in hand, mud sticks to my limbs, and the heat of the sun, centre of the physical universe, is a warm hand on my bare back, the wind an old, familiar dog that scampers across sand. And I dig. I dig because it’s delightful. And maybe I cry a little while I dig. But it still feels right.

The lull

May 1st, 2008

This week has been a nice break from the sometimes overwhelming work load that comes from writing, acting in and producing TSGW. There have been things to do this week; rehearsing, working on the script, photo-shopping the poster picture, replying and sending the usual e-mails, but it has been wonderfully manageable. The easy pace of production will end tomorrow. I am getting together with the publicist at Pacific Theatre, who will share her knowledge of all things marketing/publicity related, which will give me tonnes to do thereafter. James comes home tonight from Las Vegas, and we will begin to work on the web site. Also tomorrow, I will begin to collaborate with my poster-designer on the poster design. Plus there will be the usual rehearsing, working on the script, memorizing lines and the organizational arranging that is producing. (And since I am the costume designer, props and set person, there are those tasks to consider and execute as well.)

But for now, I enjoy the time and space to listen to interviews with playwrights, start work a little later than normal, read a book during lunch, and to breathe easy.