Oh, hell yes.
Tonight, for example, I regret that I got so swept up in the richness and the fabulousness of the stories that I primarily played with my brain, and not my gut. (I had a great past blog link for that. But I don't index.) Dammit, dammit, dammit. I am too easily seduced by narrative. Two potential plot points, and I start connecting dots in my head instead of walking in with an emotion.
I've forgotten to remind myself not to do that.
- We could have done a parallel scene about what it means to be a woman.
- I would love to get to the point where all of our scenes don't have to be funny. Baby steps.
- Jim was perfect.
It was a good show. People had fun. The library is happy, and we're talking about what to do next year.
But yeah...I got me a few regrets. The difference between me now and me a few years ago is that I let them inspire me instead of torture me.