We're Getting Our Asses Kicked Out There

F2F was a dream project. It was a play I loved, my cast was wildly talented, it was blocked in lightning speed and the rest was just getting it to all sink in.

But then it all changed when we went into Hell Week. Suddenly the set was far from being finished, and, even worse, the actors were having line troubles. A LOT of line troubles.

We've reached the point of no return. The show opens tonight with or without the lines being there. Each night rehearsals took us past midnight as we try to find out where they went and keep everybody's confidence up. I called my wife in to help with memorization tricks (something she's very good at). But, as of right now, we're getting our asses kicked.

This does not fall into a good time for me. I'm still licking some of my wounds from When Hell Freezes Over. I just had the loss in Midland, as well as losing out on the BMI workshop for the third time. I always asked for a sign. Maybe this is it.

In the mean time, I've adopted a new motto that I got from a recent movie trailer. "No matter what, find a way. Because that's what winners do." Please, let us all be winners -- just this one last time.