I don’t know exactly when I first met Chuck Sigmund, but I remember the first time we blue oceaned.
Within an hour, we had covered the walls with multi-color, dry-erase markers (we each brought our stash of markers). I may hyperbolize the whiplash due to nodding our heads in violent agreement with one another, but I vividly recall projecting our voices so loudly someone in the conference room next door banged on the wall.
It was fun. Electrifying. Energizing. And then we’d each return to our own lives. But creativity is a combination of ideas, people, and time.
Five years of casual, infrequent ideating and brainstorming one day culminated in a conversation that began–as many of ours did–with my raining a storm of sentences at Chuck as he soaked it in.
“Wait…you should…make this a workshop. Forget writing it out, facilitate it out,” Chuck said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he responded. “And I want to do it with you. I’ll set up another meeting for later this week.”
Thus, TheaterThink went from mere thought to reality. And Chuck and I went from blue ocean thinking, to TheaterThinking near the Atlantic Ocean. In Orlando.
And now, this blog.