Yes, yes, I know. Nothing here. Yet. But I'm working on it. I've decided to try to put a little more distance between my LJ/fanfic-writing self, and the self that would actually like to get, you know, published one day. Not to mention the self that teaches composition and has lots of thoughts on that front. So, I'm working on it.
The back of the house is where theater's black magic happens. It's a place where empires rise and fall, where people love and hate, and the place where gods live and die. And yet, like the man in the movie said, it all turns out all right in the end. It's a mystery. Which is another word for miracle.