I'm not performing 08/01/2013 - 9:27am

Editorial
So I am sitting in the Fringe blogger meeting in Alan's house with his pretty dog and I'm starting to panic. Everyone is nodding their heads at the html tutorial and I can't even see the screen cuz I don't have glasses which I do need but i only have a broken pair to wear. I'm thinking, yea, the Fringe starts August 1 and I am only doing two other shows on Art Fair weekend, and then I have time off so I'll be good. Yonci will be back from camp and I'll be able to leave the kids home while I go out to late shows and I can catch shows after rehearsals too. I'm thinking the shows are only an hour or less so I'll be good. But you have to be on time, there is NO late seating at the Fringe. Hm. Starting to panic. So I go to this Fringe volunteer meeting with my homegirl who is volunteering. I'm acting like Clark Kent or something, I whip out my phone like a pad. Of course we are like 30 minutes late to this meeting. People of color count = 5 (poc#5 this number always includes myself). People I know count = 3 (also includes myself, most of the time). The people are talking: Sidekicks, Lobbymeisters, Ushers, water bottles? Don't ask to see the show you are working. The meeting starts to feel too 'behind the scenes.' I am not in any of these shows, I'm not volunteering. I wander over to the flyer table. Panic. It's 10 at night and I'm bout to crash after a long day of dancing. Going to bed at 10:30 would be an early night for me, and need to catch up on some sleep. I made a writing schedule, remembering Alan's words at that blogger meeting: "make sure you give yourself time to write." I can't figure out the blogging system, my brain is acting like I got a q-tip in there. I'm thinking, maybe there is something online that will help me pick some shows. Something on YouTube I can watch while I'm eating this bomb-ass veggie wrap I made. I find the Fringe previews and start watching. I click on a show that I remember seeing on the flyer table. I click on a show that I thought the title sounded cool. I click on a show that I thought the title sounded corny. I click on a show that I thought the flyer design looked cool. I click on a show that I thought I wasn't going to like. Nothing is really popping off for me. I start eating my wrap and the YouTube picks a show for me, oooh that one made me laugh and now I can't remember the name of the show. F me.
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Kenna Cottman
I'm not performing: I'm new to writing for other people to see. Much of what I send out to people in the past has been of the "Hey, come to this. Hey, see me in this" type, but this year, I'm not performing as a dancer on stage. So I want to flip that right away. I won't be playing to the audience this year, on stage or on this blog.