Play time

The trouble with directing a play is that it takes over your life. And giving oneself a part in it, however small, just makes things more complicated. I guess Clint Eastwood gets lots of help though, and at present I feel distinctly unhelped! Apart from having one character who has been cast 3 times, to have the actress withdraw days or a day later - and still not know who is exactly going to play it, we have a minor role which needs to be played by a young man, and the youth who was cast for that appears to be pleasant but very unreliable. I suppose when I chose a play requiring a cast of 16 I knew I was in for trouble.
The optimist in me says that the other members of the team are an excellent collection of experienced amateur actors who will do a wonderful job, and rehearsals are still producing more and more laughs (it is a farce). And not all my options have been exhausted, although I'm beginning to yearn for a little security. Perhaps tonight is the night on which I will finally feel we've got everything in place?