Why I Haven't Been Blogging

This is the 10th year of the Wicked Stage blog (predated by its few years as a weekly-ish column in the inky pages of Back Stage West), but so far it's been a sparsely populated, as you may have noticed.

I have a number of excuses, most in the form of links, which include

• A profile of the hard-working director/choreographer Casey Nicholaw on the occasion of his staging of Disney's Aladdin
• A preview feature about These Paper Bullets!, Rolin Jones' mashup of Beatles London and Much Ado About Nothing for Yale Rep
• An interview with Suzan-Lori Parks and Diane Paulus, reflecting on their controversial adaptation of Porgy and Bess as its national tour wends it way to L.A.
• A probing chat with playwrights Carson Kreitzer and David Bar Katz about their plays on the gestation and significance of Wonder Woman and Superman, Lasso of Truth and The History of Invulnerability, respectively
• A special issue of American Theatre on technical training for the theater, for which I served as guiding editor
• A brief remembrance of a night of L.A. theater for Steven Leigh Morris' promising new review/feature site Stage Raw
• A mini-feature on Oregon Shakespeare Festival's "American Revolutions" commissioning project, which has spawned Culture Clash's American Night, Naomi Wallace's The Liquid Plain, and most auspiciously Robert Schenkkan's LBJ play All the Way, now on Broadway (my review of the same will appear in America magazine anon)
• Two program pieces, one on Barry Manilow's and Bruce Sussman's Nazi-era-boy-band musical Harmony, and another on Million Dollar Quartet as its tour heads to Denver
• And a review of an odd but fascinating stunt book called The Twible, which reprints the author's tweets, one for each chapter of the Bible

These are just the features and reviews that have made it to print or online to date; that All the Way review isn't the only story I've filed that's yet to surface.

The other, over-arching excuse is that I'm the proud but exhausted father of a 17-month-old and a four-and-a-half-year old, who are fed and clothed in part by the work represented above and whose raising-up constitutes a second career in itself. These days, in short, it's every hour for itself, and blogging take the hindmost.