the well-made play
“Wow! I just LOVE writing! I’m not crying at all!” I say, writing glorious draft after glorious draft. Or at least, this is how I feel my life should be, while in reality I’m crying in the bath at 6 p.m. on a Tuesday.
iPhoto caption: Ngabo Nabea, Ucal Shillingford, and Karine Ricard in The Numbers Game. Photo by John Gundy.
The scope of theatre in Toronto is greater than we give it credit for when we’re in our cups, tipsy, and bitching. But it’s when you’re at that place (cups, tipsy, bitching, etc.) that you can get to the heart of what you wish you’d seen.