I think it usually works best to have off-book deadlines for each scene. It breaks it down into more managable chunks.

I've never directed, but I have stage-managed. One thing that I always find extremely helpful is to go through the script and use different-color post-it flags to mark set changes, sound effects, and stuff like that. (If you've got someone stage-managing, they can do all that, but I know that sometimes high school shows have one person doing direction and stage managing.) Also, for one show that had seven zillion props, I went through scene by scene and made a list of what had to be where when -- there were a few things where the only way to get everything where it needed to be was to have characters carry things on and off stage as they entered and exited, and without the charts, it was impossible to keep track of everything.

Also, if you're not having rehearsals on stage, schedule at least a few times when the cast and crew can go to the stage and walk through a few scenes, so that they can get the feel of the room.

It is -11 degrees Farenheit here, according to Google weather.

Daniel just got home. He's wearing a t-shirt.

His coat? He keeps it in the car. No need to bring it in.

ETA: I'm freezing my tush off, it's 65 in the house. I've got a turtleneck and a thermal long-sleeved shirt on, and I'm miserable.

My chef's knife is a Wusthof.

My favorite is from Martin Yan: [link]

It does delicate work great, and it does heavy work even better, with no bashed knuckles.

Damn.

My mom just sent me a newsletter to mess with some things for her. A graphic that wasn't working and basic bullshit. Bullshit because I glanced down at the words and a good friend of my stepmom is dead.

Crap.

So I called step mom and dad and left a message but damnit. This woman? She was a lovely woman. I have a pair of pearl earrings she once gave me. Which matters not about the earrings, just I am .... I wasn't expecting it.

Life is random.

{{Cass}} the worse part about life being random , is sometimes it sucks

That's a shitty way to find out, Cass.

Emmett's been running a fever today so he can't play with the baby. This has lead to a series of plaintive comments:

"It SUCKS that I can't hold her."

"She's taunting me with her cuteness!"

"Tell her I'd kiss her if I could."

She's taunting me with her cuteness!

I thought that was the rule of babies

I thought that was the rule of babies

He's ten; he doesn't know the rules.

He's learning.

Matt's phone rang. I was hoping it was someone that could bring chocolate. sadly the person he is talking to is in CT not down the street. sad now.