Monday, April 30, 2012

Muse

So, I was walking to work this morning in the freezing freaking cold (It's not even May Melbourne. Why don't you just calm the frack down!) and I had an idea for a play. This is not great news. In fact, it's not even good news. Because that is what I need more of. Ideas for plays. Yes. Who actually needs plays when you can just come up with ideas for plays? Because plays, compared to ideas for plays, are awful, awful things. You should see the face I'm pulling right now just thinking about plays. It's not a pretty sight. I hear children screaming and they’re aren't even any children around me. Plays are nothing but the messy aftermath of beautiful, pink, pristine ideas that seep gloriousness from every pore. Ideas for plays sparkle and stand out from the crowd. They whisper genius to you and you believe them. Plays, on the other hand, are black, stinking messes of things that whimper in the corner, refusing to show their ugly bruised faces to the world. They are like those girls that keep going back to the boys that hit them. And they smell. Plays smell like prawn shells left in the bin on hot days. Rancid seafood. That is the smell of plays. Tell me I'm wrong people. Tell me I'm wrong. So the idea for the play was exciting, but not as exciting as this. I got the idea for the play at the exact same spot I got the idea for New Light Shine. SHUT. UP. You know what this means right? Yes, Virginia, there is a muse. And it's an ugly-ass brown sculpture that makes no discernible sense as a piece of art and probably cost the GDP of a not-so-small African nature to commission. But it's mine and forevermore it's going to be the well from which I dip from. Seriously, I'm filling out petitions and contacting badly named government agencies so we can get this thing rubber-stamped as a national treasure. After that, I want guards protecting it around the clock from the uncreative riff-raff (read: lawyers) who put their stinking bodies all over it as they wile away their 10 minute lunch breaks talking about incomprehensible things like stock portfolios. And truffle oil. Also, please do not be alarmed if you happen to walk past the corner of Burke and William Street in Melbourne and you see a playwright hugging an ugly-ass brown sculpture and pleading with it to give her the ideas. No. Just keep walking …

Friday, April 27, 2012

New Light Shine

So, many moons ago, I sat down and wrote a play. Then I rewrote it. Then I rewrote it again. And again. And a bit more after that. Then I sent it off to the other side of the world. Eight months later, early on a Tuesday morning I got a phone call from John Donatich telling me that my little play had won the Yale Drama Series Award. That was enough. They didn't have to fly me to New York, rehearse my play, throw me a party, make John Guare hug me (he may have done that by himself) and then publish my play. That's right. It's getting published. In September. I know. So long to wait. What are you going to do? Oh wait, I have the answer. You can go here and pre-order me. You only have 152 days to wait. I suggest you use this time to write your own play and get it into the Yale Drama Series Award by August 15th.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Website

After flaffing around for a year and a day on all things not necessary to being a playwright, like writing plays, I've finally got my website up and running. I know. Could you be more excited? Could you? Shut up. No one wants to hear the 6.000 ways you could be more excited. Rude.

Anyway, here it is … www.shannonmurdoch.com.au

And look, I'm smiling in it. How can you not love me? Really, I don't want to hear.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Still here

Good god, has it really been this long since I've blogged? I know. You are all used to it by now. I'm fickle. Sometimes I love you, at least a couple of times a week and then I'm all, no, don't want you, don't care, sure, you're dying on my doorstep but I'm trying to finish this scene and actually I think it's quite rude that you are dying in my writing time. I admire those people that can find something interesting to post about every day. They are all like 'Look at this juice I just bought!' and I do and I think 'Self, drink more juice'. But then I make more coffee in my 'Keep calm and stop carrying on' mug and get on with staring out the window. Maybe I should do a series of 'What I thought when I stared out the window today'. Hey … GENIUS!