Just For Fun
One does not live on writing alone. There are several other aspects of my life that bring me great pleasure, and one of them is theatre. I love directing, especially working with my young players at the Winnsboro Center For the Arts, but I have also discovered how much fun it is to be onstage.
A friend turned me into an acting monster when she told me about a role that was open for an… ahem… “old lady” at a community theatre in Sulphur Springs. She talked me into auditioning, and I was up against some seasoned performers, so you can imagine my shock when the director handed me the script and said I would be Mildred in “Squabbles.”
Following that, I played Martha in “Arsenic and Old Lace” This was a role I’d always dreamed of playing, if I ever got brave enough to step on stage, and it was perfect for an “old lady.”
I was Big Mama in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” and Mrs. Gibbs in “Our Town.” I directed that show at the Winnsboro Center for the Arts, and I don’t recommend directing and acting in the same show, unless you have a very small part. Like a walk-on. Mounting a show and learning lines and developing a character was quite a challenge.
Something else I enjoy are book signing events where I meet people who love stories as much as I do. What fun it is to talk about books and authors that we all name as favorites.
When not involved with work or theatre, my other great enjoyment is playing farmer on my little piece of heaven here in East Texas. I have five acres that have been dubbed “Grandma’s Ranch” where I have my horse, Banjo, a goat, Lucy, and a sheep, Marie. My dog, Poppy, is a great companion as I do chores and go for walks, but she would always rather I just throw the ball for her.
Then there are the cats. Cats all over the place. We used to have outside cats, and Poppy liked playing with them, especially the Tuxedo cat, Orca. We lost all the outside cats a few years ago so the ones I have now live indoors. All four of them. Harry and Hermione are the black cats. Lily is the tiger cat, and Sammy is the Siamese. They all let me know when it is time to eat. Or time to play. Or just time to get up and pay attention to them. Humans don’t own cats. Cats own humans.