There is satisfaction in creating a good meal from fresh ingredients, from revising a short story written twenty years ago, from attending a sold-out performance of a monologue that I wrote for a Madison equity theater. There's odd satisfaction in my struggling with a basic art class at UWP.
And there's satisfaction in being present for the creativity of others.
Last night, I saw Donovan Armbruster bring the house down in a ten minute monologue written by Doug Reed, about a distraught man caught shoplifting a copy of Lolita. Reed's piece was so good I wished I had written it. And Donovan's performance was crazy good.
For me it was the standout performance of an evening of standout performances, including Bruce Bradley in the monologue I crafted, directed by Terry Kerr. My thanks to both of them to making me look good.
Tonight I'm off to an audition.
I hope I am never to old to take the risk that creativity requires.