 | Bekahbrunstetter Jan 12 |  When the Notebook was in rehearsal in Chicago fall of 2022 I wasn't able to access my full writer brain or be fully present with the actors because SOMEONE (BOBBIE, AHEM) was sucking all of my energy and making me nauseous every time I smelled anything that wasn't silence, or an unscented lotion. I wasn't able to fully do my job, I was only half there. Same thing when we workshopped the show in January 2020, but it was Joe. Now my children live OUTSIDE of my body ( I MISS THEM) and I get the incredible opportunity to zero in on tiny moments of the script and try and perfect them. I get to have long conversations with the actors about moments that tripped them up. I've spent the last week adding the word 'always' or changing 'our' to 'yours' or just changing punctation, I've spent multiple minutes contemplating a single exclamation point. I get to pick, and trim, fine tune, and it's the most satisfying work, because there are no huge fires to put out. I just get to listen, and make these tiny adjustments that hopefully will end with a book that feels like it's not even there, the Spanx of books, holding in huge feelings, undetected beneath the gown. | | | |
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