All posts by Tom Vander Well

Wayfarer, husband, father, consultant, thespian, writer, thinker, and back porch musician. Pressing on through the journey one step at a time.

Production Begins!

We started rehearsals for "The Dominie’s Wife" last night. It felt really good to be back on stage, to be marking the script and trying on costumes. It always strikes me how the theatre feels like home, and being on stage gives me energy. We have to be off-book in less than two weeks (Yikes!). Looks like I’ve got some memorizin’ to do.

Friday night after rehearsal the cast is coming over for margaritas and we’re doing a read-thru of the script I’m submitting to the Tulip-Time Playwriting Contest. I had Wendy read-through it with me on Sunday and I know there are some changes I need to make before Friday. It’s kind of exciting to have a rough draft finished. OMG! I’m a playwrite!

Of course, that stupid, shameless Censor inside keeps picking away at me telling me that it’s all crap – that everyone will think it’s stupid – that it will pale in comparison to the other contest submissions by real playwrites – etc. etc. etc. Arrrrggghhh. Get thee behind me, Censor! I think I’ve done an admirable job for my first play, thank you. And no matter what others may think of it, I’ve learned a lot just in the process of writing it. I’ve grown as a writer and an artist. I got out of the boat and took a few steps on the surft. At least I wrote it. How many people think about writing something and never have the guts to do it? Huh? Huh? It’s on paper. So, go *#&@ yourself.

Whew. That feels a little better.

A Chapter a Day – Mark 8

"What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you – the real you?" Mark 8:37 (TM)

I feel like my life has become a journey to discovering the real me. I want to capture, or perhaps it’s recapture, the person God created me to be – the child who got lost in the midst of false expectations, shallow pursuits and wayward desires. The cool thing about following Jesus is that, as my Creator, He holds the real me. Who I really am is hidden in Him. All the other crap I’ve covered myself with only insulates me from Him – and the true me.