So, you can find my reviews for Facebook Me and The Town of No One now on nytheatre.com. I am so relieved to be done with all the reviewing for now. It has been quite an experience, and right now I feel completely saturated with theater, like a sponge that can no longer absorb another drop of liquid. If this changes, I may go see more before FringeNYC ends, but if not, I will let it hold.
I just finished doing an hour of yoga in the living room and what a relief that was. I also updated my photo for whatever reason one does such a thing.
I'm listening to Jonathan Schafer's New Sounds series on WNYC of Eastern European music and it's all good right now. Nothing like a little breathing with movement to make me feel better.
Oh and speaking of Eastern Europe, I should mention I heard back from Peca Stefan, the writer of Nils' Fucked Up Day and he said they made the show for 500 euros (his own money), because it was banned in Romania, so basically a typical fringe budget. They did get help for travel costs and such, but the original show was created the way we all create ours. Just thought you'd like to know that!
So onward and upward indie theater folks. See you on the flipside of the festival and all like that.
Oh and a couple days ago, I had one of those breathtaking NYC moments that makes me want to move back here. I came up from the subway onto Delancey Street and there was the Williamsburg Bridge and the light in the sky was pre-post thunderstorm/twilight grey/blue and the lights were orange in that just so way and it was just spectacular in only the way NYC can be. It literally takes my breath away. And then there is of course the New York drip, the random drips from wherever, whenever above and below ground, that provide the comic relief.
But it feels so good to be here, so good.
Welcome to my blog..
"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty
When I started this blog in 2011, I was in a time of transition in my life between many identities - that of Artistic Director of a company (Apocryphal Theatre) to independent writer/director/artist/teacher and also between family identity, as I discover a new family that my grandfather's name change at the request of his boss in WWII hid from view - a huge Hungarian-Slovak contingent I met in 2011. Please note in light of this the irony of the name of my recently-disbanded theatre company. This particular transition probably began in the one month period (Dec. 9, 2009-Jan. 7, 2010) in which I received a PhD, my 20 year old cat died on my father's birthday and then my father, who I barely knew, died too. I was with him when he died and nothing has been the same since. This blog is tracing the more conscious elements of this journey and attempt to fill in the blanks. I'm also writing a book about my grandmothers that features too. I'd be delighted if you joined me. (Please note if you are joining mid-route, that I assume knowledge of earlier posts in later posts, so it may be better to start at the beginning for the all singing, all dancing fun-fair ride.) In October 2011, I moved back NYC after living in London for 8 years and separated from my now ex-husband, which means unless you want your life upended entirely don't start a blog called Somewhere in Transition. In November 2011, I adopted a rescue cat named Ugo. He is lovely. As of January 2012, I began teaching an acting class at Hunter College, which is where one of my grandmothers received a scholarship to study acting, but her parents would not let her go. All things come round…I began to think it may be time to stop thinking of my life in transition when in June 2012 my stepfather Tom suddenly died. Now back in the U.S. for a bit, I notice, too, my writing is more overtly political, no longer concerned about being an expat opining about a country not my own. I moved to my own apartment in August 2012 and am a very happy resident of Inwood on the top tip of Manhattan where the skunks and the egrets roam in the last old growth forest on the island.
I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.
As of September 2013 I started teaching writing (composition and rhetoric) as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While felt blessed for the opportunity, after four years of this, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in my own apartment and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again.
I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with a new book recently completed.
I am now working full-time as a freelance writer, writing workshop leader, coach, and editor. Contact me if you are interested in any of these services.
Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.
For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani
Recently, I started a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. I will be blogging there, too, now. You can also contact me through that site.