Overcoached and Underpracticed.

Hello, fair Stinkers. It's been a long time. As usual, I became a useless entity in all aspects other than being at rehearsal (even when I was not, in fact, in rehearsal myself, but was rather sitting at home, waiting for hubby to come home from rehearsal) during production. This time, it was Mozart's Magic Flute, which really gives me no excuse. I was in 4 scenes. I did look pretty friggin' badass while I was in them, though:

and this badassedness permeated the rest of my life, and made me unable to do anything so civilized as write.

Ergo, I have written a short novel to make up for temps perdu.