Happiness

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Nigel Hawthorne.

May we all find that moment. Working in the Abbaye today. On to The Romantics for a big revision. I spent yesterday in the Abbaye proofing The Barrett script, which is akin to getting your teeth drilled without novacaine. But, it is done and into the world it now goes. Onto England and David Parfitt, my producer, Jane (aka mother of us all, Soul Sister and my producting partner) in L.A., Julie Harkin our genius casting director (genius used in the most genuine sense of the word) extrodinaire, and of course, the lovely Anthony Neilson -- the man who will have to wrangle these parts into a whole.

Saw a terribly boring play by Moliere, in French thank you very much -- this from the girl who can barely utter "Mon Chien mes Manque." Meaning "I miss my dog." But I did it, sat there and actually understood a word here and there.

The children visiting the Abbaye are breaking into Freres Jacques...again! Encore! Yikes....like clockwork.
I better get writing.

p.s. on the play. Went with Charles-Henri, Annette's friend, who is a gorgeous soul and great fun at a play where we were both ready to tear out our hair! Thank God we didn't.