In order of how quickly it might be possible to achieve them:
1. Me, Tiffany Stern, Beth Burns, and the Hidden Room Theatre crowd put together a mind-blowing rendition of Colley Cibber's Richard III. I serve as mixture dramaturg/historical consultant/fangirl.
2. Fellowship at the Folger.
3. Paul Menzer becomes the Blackfriars Conference honoree. I get to be part of the honoring.
4. I become the Blackfriars Conference honoree.
Monday, November 2, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
triumph
My favorite time of every-other-year is officially over. The 2015 Blackfriars Conference ended two hours ago. I'm finally free to nap (sweet merciful heaven, but I am completely sleep-deprived and exhausted beyond reason), get some work done, respond to emails, eat a real meal, do laundry, clean my apartment, and resume functioning like a normal person.
For me, this week was a series of triumphs, both personal and professional, both powerful and petty. On Wednesday, the first day of the conference, I presented a paper to a room of 200-ish scholars. Well-received all around, I made my faculty and my colleagues proud, and most importantly, was able to be heard in the entire room. I hope this is the first of many times I'm invited to share my work on the stage.
I networked with scholars, handed out business cards, live-tweeted, and schmoozed, all without making a fool of myself. I talked to scholars I respect and admire without seeming like an addled fangirl, and I carried myself professionally. Well done, me.
And then last night, at the masquerade ball, a gentleman I admire said very flattering words about my appearance. A petty, insignificant triumph, to be sure, but one that I found deliciously sweet.
I am living a very good life, my friends.
For me, this week was a series of triumphs, both personal and professional, both powerful and petty. On Wednesday, the first day of the conference, I presented a paper to a room of 200-ish scholars. Well-received all around, I made my faculty and my colleagues proud, and most importantly, was able to be heard in the entire room. I hope this is the first of many times I'm invited to share my work on the stage.
I networked with scholars, handed out business cards, live-tweeted, and schmoozed, all without making a fool of myself. I talked to scholars I respect and admire without seeming like an addled fangirl, and I carried myself professionally. Well done, me.
And then last night, at the masquerade ball, a gentleman I admire said very flattering words about my appearance. A petty, insignificant triumph, to be sure, but one that I found deliciously sweet.
I am living a very good life, my friends.
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