
Don Giovanni captured my heart when I first saw the opera performed at Santa Fe in 1992. Soon thereafter, I started to dream the characters. I dreamed that Don Giovanni, Donna Anna, Donna Elvira, and the Commendatore haunted a house I lived in. But the house in the dream was no house I had ever lived in or even visited.
Mozart’s characters floated through the hallways and into the rooms, singing to me and to each other. Bright colors, palm trees, tropical flowers, and music filled that house. I dreamed my way through it more than once.
This opera was calling to me and I set out to find it. I bought a recording, the libretto, even the orchestral score. I listened to it over and over. I was learning Italian. I studied everything I could find to read about this opera. I saw it four more times at the Santa Fe Opera, every time it’s been performed since my first encounter in 1992—1996, 2004, 2009, 2016. Five times. This summer of 2024 will be my sixth live performance at my beloved Santa Fe Opera.
Somewhere in all those years and performances, Don Giovanni wedged himself into a story that was forming in my head. The story broke out in random notebook pages and insisted I begin to put it together. That finally happened in a National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) challenge in November of 2013.
That first NaNoWriMo 50,000 word draft was a mess, but the core of the story was there and it wasn’t going to let me go. Multiple drafts, good workshop partners, two professional edits later it is now a 76,000 word novel trying to find a home. Altitude Adjustments. Don Giovanni is in there, peeking out from behind the curtains. I hope you’ll be able to read it before too long. And by all means, look for Don Giovanni on the stage. See if you aren’t at least a little bit haunted, too.

