It's no secret I love theater. One of my first memories was watching Dracula. I was two. I longed to be pulled onstage, but was fascinated to watch the story unfold. That show was a high school production, so you can imagine how my soul ached when I attended my first Broadway production. It's like that serious, mind altering crush that alters one's life's path with a kiss. Theater was my first love.
My second love was books. Some people like the smell of roses or musk, but give me the smell of a theater or library and I'm home. I'm not certain why I love them both so much. Perhaps the commonality is that they're both haunted by characters.
In the last two years I've had major withdrawals. I've not been to New York. IN TWO YEARS. Sure, the food is great and the city is electric, but...Broadway. I grew accustomed to going several times a year. When we lived there, well, Broadway was my Siren. Does one ever get over her first love?
At the DFW Writing Conference last weekend, I discovered how to live vicariously through another until I can make it to New York City again. I was thrilled to discover the new blog 100 Shows a Year by the stellar agent Jim McCarthy. Perhaps I should have pitched my book to him, but then I'd have missed all of the updates on NYC theater. I'll definitely send him pages, because he's a superstar agent. Perhaps I should kick myself for not pushing my novel. But how often do I get to talk to someone who may actually be more passionate about theater than I am?
Confession: I fantasize about discussing a book deal over a Starbucks chai frap on our way to see a Broadway show.
But, seriously, if you love theater and concerts, check out his new blog.