I am utterly wasted at the moment. Yesterday, I went into London and spent a good portion of my afternoon walking around Leicester Square, going into my favorite bookstores, and then parking myself on a bench in the middle of the square and reading until I heard from
We both knew when we walked out last night that there was no way we'd ever be able to describe it. "After Mrs. Rochester" is about Jean Rhys, the author of Wide Sargasso Sea, told with a young Jean, an old Jean, and a Bertha Rochester (representing the inner turmoil and creative needs of all ages of Jean) all on the stage at the same time. The rest of the cast played multiple roles around them, including re-enactments of various parts of Jean's favorite book, Jane Eyre, throughout. It was...seamless. Like it was breathing. After the initial discomfort wondering what was going on, we just got sucked into this tale, listening to all the voices of Jean as they told her story. Absolutely mesmerizing.
She then took me a pub called the Coal Hole for a little drink, some ogling of cute bartenders, and more great conversation, and finally started heading for our trains some time after 11pm. I ended up getting home about 1:30, from the best night I've had in a long time (outside of Dragon*Con).
Then today, shopping and family stuff, and here I am, finally on the laptop at home, getting the kids dinner ready. I haven't written a word on the next Voices chapter, but I'm going to start in a bit. Depending on