Sara Ryan

I just became a member of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.
You should totally come next year.
There was a corgi cameo in The Taming of the Shrew.
I already have some favorite actors.
I’d forgotten that one characteristic of an effective stage actor is oversized hands; their gestures are more easily read from the back row.
On the backstage tour, [...]

It’s funny. For the amount that I write about theater, and as much as I value it and think it is awesome and amazing, I spend remarkably little time actually, you know, seeing live theater.
But that’s gonna change this weekend, and I am super excited. For the first time since I’ve lived in Portland, I [...]

…that after a delightful weekend at retreat, and an extremely less than delightful flight back (2.5 hours on the tarmac, 3 understandably distressed toddlers, 1 elderly couple loudly concerned about the possibility of their cruise ship leaving without them) I have returned, not home, but to the studio.
And speaking of the studio, and thus of [...]

I am sitting next to a group of salesmen in bright blue shirts. They are talking loudly and enthusiastically about football and the various no-hopers currently populating their teams of choice, who apparently do not perform up to expectations once they’ve secured their massive salaries.
“They just figure, hey, I got the contract, why do I [...]

Brave Mr. Elephanter by Lark Pien is sweet and delightful and you should really see the elephanties.
I have sort of a shopping cart now. If you go to Publications and click on one of the minicomics covers, you will see. This would have happened sooner had I not forgotten my Paypal password, like, ten times [...]

The New York Times calls me a collaborator. (Second page, near the end, a brief mention. I’ll wait.) Thanks to Zack, January & others for letting me know!

I’ve jumped onto the Scrivener bandwagon. So far I am intrigued but feel sort of dumb about how best to exploit all its fascinating capabilities. Any of y’all [...]

Two days in a row, I saw Medusa hiding out in the women’s room.
She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the mirrored wall with her wig off. The wig, with snakes in an especially fetching shade of electric blue, was next to her, like a well-cultivated houseplant or pet.
But aside from a few encounters [...]

3:45 A.M. Friday: While we wait for baggage to come in, I learn that some folks come to Portland for the Argentine tango, and that the tango shoes of the moment are Comme Il Faut.
9:30 A.M. Friday: In line for coffee I realize that the girls in front of me are discussing the fact that [...]

True life airport comics adventure!
For the first time, I have seen something I had a part in creating on sale in an airport.
Right now in one of the airport Powells, Hellboy: Weird Tales vol. 1 is featured in the window display. See?

…has taken place entirely in the Portland airport, as my flight has been delayed to the extent that it is now scheduled to take off when it was supposed to arrive. AWESOME.
Further bulletins as events warrant.