Have been working up a storm in screwed cash job, saving pennies, because … I AM GOING TO NEW YORK! In October. It's going to be fab. I just know it.
All suggestions on what I should see, do, eat, drink, worship at the altar of, gratefully accepted.
I have a feeling I'm going to weep when I see Broadway. What a girl.
Oh, poor neglected blog. Look at you sitting there in your virtual reality, alone, neglected, wondering if it was you that brought this upon yourself. What did I do? Am I supposed to do something other than sit there and look good? Am I supposed to think for myself? Write my own posts?
Fret not sweet blog. Like a true commitment phobe I am back and this time it is for good. Really. Promise. Swear on my … something really important to me. This time it's going to be different. I'm going to change. I'm going to be everything you want and need. I'll be your soul mate. Promise … Come on. Give us a little smile. We'll have make up sex later. Yes. Promise I won't come first.
In other news, I have a play on in Washington from tomorrow. It's been a long time between drinks for my short plays and them being on stage and so happiness doesn't even come close.
Also, in harking back to old posts, I did finish Molasses and got it in on time. It's now called Dark Habits which sucks as a title but it was the best I could come up with at the time.
I've almost finished a rough first draft of Bloody Bride Girl which is on the boards for major writing project of the writer's retreat for one. But who knows? I may want to write haikus all week. I doubt it but I'm open to the possibility.
I'm still working on the short play Sophie by the water. I seriously can't make this play work. I plug on.
Oh, what a couple of weeks in the never-ending day job. First there was the boss with the psychotic wife … and the psychotic mistress. Then there was the staring boss. It was Friday the 13th yesterday, I swear to god he was giving me the evil eye.
But it's all over now and boy does this little writer feel good. I have a whole week next week by myself. Yes, that's right. ALL BY MYSELF. The other half is off to some far-fetched place for his job and I am turning our little shack into a writer's retreat for one. I am going to write and write and write and … well, you get the picture.
Finished up on page 44 last night of the new script which is not as far as I wanted to be but brain fried writing is almost as bad as not writing at all. Page 44 is about the half-way point which means that there is going to have to be a hell of a lot of writing today to get it finished. Can she do it? Can she really, really do it?
Stay tuned.
2 ½ hours of work and 10 more pages down. Which actually didn't seem a lot when I was doing it but now seems magnificent and genius-like and that word that is never used to describe me … prolific.
Now, the next 10 pages.
Again, with the no blogging. I keep thinking I should but then I think I don't really have much to say. But then I always have something to say. ALWAYS.
So this is what has been happening.
Heat, fires, my birthday, fire, heat, more heat, unbelievable fire … okay, you get the message.
But that's what has been happening outside in the big wide world and here in this space, we are all about me.
I turned 32. This has always been a number in my head. Things have to happen by 32 or I'm giving the whole thing up. And while I don't think that will happen … what would I do with my time? … it is serving as a good kick up the ass to get some things done. My only resolution for being 32 that rain, hail, shine, alcohol, hard days work, doesn't matter, there is writing done every day. EVERY DAY. I've only been doing it for 19 days but there has been a couple of days when so tired, so very very tired but I've pulled out the notebook and done at least a page. Writers write, so they say.
So this is what I'm working on:
Molasses – this was a short play I wrote when I was at NIDA. I've always thought it was a long play trying very hard to be a short play but just not getting there. So it's now, way too many years after it should have been, being turned into a long one act. I'm hoping to get it to about 70-80 minutes. I've been working on the outline for the last few weeks and yesterday started the actually writing. I'm on page 23. I'm trying to get a first draft by Sunday. Wish me luck.
Sophie by the water – this is a short play that sort of came out of nowhere and now is causing more trouble than it really should. If you going to arrive out of nowhere with all your baggage and your stuff, you might as well be nice and well-formed about it all.
Home Law – another short play that I had the idea for a couple of months back and it stayed as a one page note until I turned it into an outline a couple of weeks back. It's still an outline.
Bloody Bride Girl (working title) - the lead character of this just came to me the other day and started talking about stuff. Weird stuff. Funny stuff. Murderous stuff. Love her already. This is just a set of ideas and dialogue snippets.
I'm trying to limit how much I am working on. This won't work but the idea is there.
