Nope. Nope. Nope.
I am, however, about to play with a scriptwriter. Yup, I am. Sitting here in the same place that ol' Chris Jacobs sat, doing some research about ol' David Lancey and then, trudging forward with a ...
... a play. You heard me wright. A PLAY.
There's this lady ... who liked my Jody Dean story (remember when I got married on KLUV radio?) (she's a bit behind the times ...) and somehow thought that I'd be a good
She then watched "Long Lost Family" and decided that I'd still be a good subject. I was still laughing. Then I showed her "Long Lost Family: What Happened Next." I almost lost her there.
Seriously, she liked that one the best. She's a nut.
So, here we are ... sitting in the same place that ol' Chris Jacobs sat when he PRETENDED to figure out that my true last name wasn't Bowen but Bowman (okay, that lie still bothers me) and we are going forward with this "one woman show" about my life.
There's only one problem.
I don't want to be that woman. I don't want to act. I'm so DONE with acting. You might even say that I'm over acting. Literally. I do OVERACT. Either way, I don't want to be her. Is Julia Roberts available?
And then there's only one problem. (That's two, if you're counting.)
The wrighter of plays isn't here. I'm either being stood up ... or I'm being stood up. Or maybe she's just late. Maybe she wrote herself a better play. I know I would've.
I'm gonna have to write my own play now. And star in it. And produce and dance and sing ... And we all know that ain't gonna happen. I can't find my tap shoes anywhere ...