Mother, a la carte: The Beginning

I have written a new Play called My Mother, a la carte. I have dissected her, to serve up with tea and freshly baked bread to my audience. The writing was very hard, I've never written anything before. And terrifying. The idea of acting in front of an audience does not scare me half as much as the idea that someone will also be hearing my words. Why is it so much easier when I act in a play that was written by someone else?

The act of writing a play was definitely cathartic (such a cliche, but so be it). I cried just about every day, sometimes I'd be walking down the street and I'd start up. I hate crying. I hate that feeling of being weak. But it helped, and now I don't miss my Mom as much. I'm just a big baby I guess!

I will add more details, but I have to get the kids to school now.