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"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. So blessed for the opportunity and hope to find a more permanent job doing same.

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 having written a rough draft of a new book and some other projects.

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.


Friday, August 19, 2011

reviews coming soon...

I have been working a long time today on my reviews of Theater of the Arcade and Smoke the New Cigarette, but because I am writing them for this blog and have a theme emerging and have now just seen Ian W. Hill's Antrobus and Gone at The Brick, which functions as an interesting contrast to the other two, I am going to wait until tomorrow to publish these reviews, and make it more into a long essay/review.

For now, I will say it was another long day, which started with a phone therapy session, a lot of crying and then going to see a lot of theater and meeting a friend of a friend who went to one of the shows with me.  It's just strange days.  And like usual, by the end of these days, I need sleep.

The evening started with stifling humidity then a downpour after the sky darkened ominously with the requisite thunder and lightening.  On my way to the show, I sat next to a woman who referred to the subway as a tube and asked her if she was from London, which of course she was.  She, like most people from London, cannot understand why I live there when I could live here.  Many of my friends in NYC envy the fact I live in London.  Go figure.

Oh, my second review for nytheatre.com of the show Virgie (from Australia) can now be found at this link: nytheatre.com

And now goodnight.

1 comment:

  1. I hear you on the "why would you live in...when you could live here?" comments. First, it was, "why would you leave California?" Then, it was, "why would you leave NYC?" Next, I suppose it will be, "why would you leave London?" Perhaps this last question will not be posed. If I were doing the asking, then I certainly would!
    Greetings from sunny London!

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