For you Downton Abby, anti-gleeks who may not know it, Smash is the story of a producer, composer, librettist and a crew of performers workshopping a musical en route to Broadway along a road paved with creative frustrations, desperate dreams, achingingly beautiful songs and singers, and some pretty fantastic romance. And I don't just mean Debra Messing kissing the guy who plays Joe DiMaggio. I mean ROMANCE AS...
- the thrill you get when you build a work of art
- the way, despite the television medium, the performers' and creators' real passion for Broadway somehow shimmers through the small screen
- that connection, that drive to understand one's creative self and the character you are writing, dancing, singing, portraying
- the pure, painful, elegant beauty of a star-high dream
Last fall, I my debut novel danced into the world. Right now, my next book awaits my editor's eyes. And, as I await her comments, I'm struggling between writing the next book my heart wants to write, and writing something I think will sell better than verse novels about performers.
Maybe that's why I was having such a tough workday. Maybe that's why I turned on my "On Demand" and watched this week's spectacularly produced episode of SMASH. Maybe that's why my glued-to-the-set eyes were brimming as the episode drew to a close.
And then, because my heart was full, I wrote.
I am Marilyn. I am SMASH. Aren't we all?