Sunday, November 29, 2009

More help

In a nod to fairness, here's an opportunity that will appeal to all the playwrights that like their theatre with words (I know, what an archaic thought) here's a lovely place to get your work produced:

Ensemble Studio Theatre (New York)

Material: One-Act Plays (40min's max.)

We will accept submissions for the 2010 Marathon from October 1, 2009 through December 1st. We accept all one act plays which have not been reviewed in New York City. We recommend submissions do not exceed 40 minutes in running time. Playwrights are welcome to submit up to two submissions, but no more.

We prefer electronic submissions. Please send your script as a word document attachment to
firman@ensemblestudiotheatre.org.

http://ensemblestudiotheatre.org/opportunities_playwright.html

Happy writing my munchkins.


 

 

Helping hand

In order to be the helping hand that I truly believe I am, I have an opportunity to share with you that some might find helpful. Some might cheer, although that might make you look weird but really, it's up to you.

But this opportunity that is pretty damn good and might be the turning point in your life is for a particular breed of artist (sorry to all the non-artists out there, I'll get back to making fun of train commuters shortly) and so in order to make this even more helpful and so you don't get to the end of the multiple forms and then only realise that you have nothing to offer and would be an idiot to apply, I have developed (at my own time and expense) a foolproof questionnaire. If you answer yes to all of these then grab a pen and start madly lying your arse off.

If your favourite word is 'me', closely followed by 'everything' and coming up the rear is 'now' then stop throwing your fists around in a temper tantrum and listen up.

Still not sure.

If you like your art spliced, diced with lots of sparkle and set to the dulcet tones of whatever emo goth band is speaking your angst, then put down the razor blade and use your powers for good.

I hear you. You can't be pigeonholed that quickly. No worries dude, I got more. (if the word dude makes you roll your eyes in weariness at the stupidity of the old, then I would take a look at this)

If your bio reads something like, like I dig the multimedia shit and the technology is wicked in line with the art and stuff that I make when I not doing a multitude of other cool things cause I'm just not one thing and never will be you old fucks. But the art, it's really all about the art, everything is art and I make it with the hip hop tunes and dem kickarse beats and wack, wacky stuff that you will, like, never understand because you, old fuckers at the age of 25, you have totally lost the vibe and you will probably say it's too loud or too noisy and, well, I can't even be bothered explaining it to you because you'll probably be dead by the time I'm famous which should be happening right about NOW! so just fuck off and leave me with my digital, hybrid, eco-friendly, comic book slash Icelandic hip-hop inspired silent performance art comedy opera.

Thanks. Not.

Didn't I tell you to fuck off?

Yeah. If that sounds like you, then I have a gift for you. No need to thank me, I just want you to take your mess that you are audaciously calling art and move it to QLD for a while.

Like they used to do with characters on Neighbours.

What? Of course that's funny. Well, it used to be in the 90s.

Oh fine. Go here. Express your genius.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Back

Sound the trumpets. Dust off the costumes for the parade. Start tearing the paper for the ticker tape parade. Because she's HOME! Yeah, she really is. It's no joke. I wouldn't joke about something that serious. Me? You think I go around joking about Me? You people have issues.

Let's move on.

I'm back from the theatre Mecca of the known universe. That's right, New Zealand. JOKE! She spent too long on a plane but she still hasn't lost it. I know, New Zealand. As if. It's hilarious. I know. I'll give you a moment to recover.

Okay, are we ready?

The Mecca of Hobbit-lovers and sheep fuckers perhaps. Oh no, she didn't. She did NOT go there. That girl is on fire! FIRE!

Okay. Enough of that. Calm down Kiwis, I really do love you all … They are seriously the most gullible people in the entire universe. I'M KIDDING!    

Okay, I'm really moving on this time.

I'm back. NYC is amazing. Things have changed. Hang around, and you'll find out what.


 

PS Nice to be back.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Advice

This comes by way of New Zealand, but we are not going to hold that against it.

This is good advice. I should start following it more:

Advice to young writers, by Gary Henderson.

- Stay out of jail.
- If you do go to jail, make it because of something you’ve written.
- At least once in your life write something that might land you in jail.
- Only write things worth going to jail for.
- Remember that once something is written down it becomes fiction.
- Always write for curious, intelligent audiences who pay attention.
- Always write for the best actors.
- Always work with people you like.
- If someone doesn’t support you, stop seeing them.
- Don’t sleep with the cast.
- Don’t sleep with the crew.
- Never sleep with anyone from Creative New Zealand.
- Learn how to write silence.
- Learn how to write light.
- Learn how to write space.
- Remember that once something is written down it becomes truth.
- Make sure the conflict you resolve at the end of your play is the same one you seduced the audience into at the start.
- Your play has one theme. One. Everything else is either a variation or it’s in the way.
- You are not obliged to solve anything, but you are obliged to resolve everything.
- If you don’t know what your play is about by the time you have finished it, you haven’t.
- Good characters will always come to your rescue.
- Remember that truth is stranger than fiction, but fiction is truer.
- Strive to make your writing simple and complex. They are not opposites.
- The quality of your play has nothing to do with how hard it was to write.
- If you don’t have an authentic connection with your material you’re a fake.
- Always place your story. A play that claims to be about everyone everywhere at any time, is always about no one anywhere ever.
- There are no universal characters called A and B.
- Write in your stage directions whatever it takes to convey your vision, but don’t tell the actors how to act or the director how to direct.
- Bad stage directions will keep them on track. Good stage directions will encourage them to go exploring.
- If you get stuck, take a break, stop writing the play, and just let the characters chat amongst themselves for a while.
- Never write for television.
- Never write a play for personal therapy. It will backfire. The audience will always ridicule the character that’s you.
- Occasionally try to sneak a glance at your reflection when it’s not looking.
- Make the most of being the latest hot young thing while it lasts.
- You are as good as the last thing you had on stage this year.
- Become an expert at spelling, punctuation, grammar, and sentence structure. These are the tools of your trade. If you can’t use them you will never be a good writer.
- Breaking the rules will not make you fresh and exciting. Every bull in a china shop leaves the same old predictable mess. Learn the rules, understand them, then subvert them in a way that’s never been done before. That will make you fresh and exciting.
- Trust your conscience.
- Two bits of really good advice can contradict each other. Get used to it.
- Train yourself to listen to music all the way through.
- If you aren’t already, become a shameless eavesdropper.
- Never get interviewed on television sitting in a row of theatre seats.
- Never put off writing until you are better at it.
- Strive to be clever enough for your own good and big enough for your boots.
- Never be intimidated by people who are better than you.
- Never allow yourself to be bullied out of your right to tell any story.
- Never be ashamed or frightened of your truth. Whatever it takes, you must find the courage to tell it.
- Contrary to what you’ve heard, you CAN change the world.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Public Announcement (Bogan Edition)

Okay.

I thought we had come to an understanding.

I thought we had sorted this shit out.

But no.
Someone didn't read the memo did they? Yes. You know that I'm talking to you WhiteTrash65 and BoganManChild436. Don't try and deny that's how you hooked up in the beginning of what has become a loathsome pairing we all have to endure. I imagine that the love connection was made on a place such as www.Bogans_hot4_Bogans.com or www.wanttoseemycrack.com. I also imagine that your profile read like this:

WhiteTrash65: 95% STD free (one more treatment!) and generous to the point of public nudity.
BoganManChild436: I want some.

Oh, the beauty. And aren't you both so generous and giving to share it with all your fellow train commuters at 8.15 in the morning? Here we all are, blistered and brutalised from the Antarctic winds that have knocked us sideways as we wait for our delayed train, and here we all are again, smacked up against the armpit of a man that obviously has serious moral qualms about bathing more than once a year, and quite frankly it could all become a bit sad, a bit depressing, a bit one false move and fatherhood will be the province of other men buckaroo.

But it's not.

Because we have you two, and your VERY LOUD LOVE.

I don't know if you're new to our train or you've just recently found the joy of bogans hooking up with bogans (it comes with a Shannon Noll soundtrack) but the last few days you have really made your presence felt. Now to be fair, we are not very welcoming of new train participants as the ratio of distance from nose to armpit, and breast to foul groping hand is already way past the point of pleasure. So, you may have noticed our glares, the quiet growling. Don't take it personally but to cut a long story short – we hate you and although you have only been on our train twice now, we are plotting ways to kill you.

It's best if you know. We wouldn't want your ghosts hanging around going WTF? Or, why did youse do that for? Huh? No, sorry, you don't get classier when you are dead. You can blame Jennifer Love Hewitt for that misconception.

Anyway, if you don't want to be attacked by a mob of cold, miserable train people, here is a helpful list I have compiled:

1. Stop finding your boyfriend funny. You may not know this WhiteTrash65 (and I can't believe there are only 65 of you – must have got in real early with that one), it is statistically impossible to be funny 100% of the time. Your brain explodes and ugly demons rise out of the top of your head. True story. So now that you have the facts on your side, please refrain from guffawing non-stop from Middle Footscray to Flagstaff every time BoganManChild436 opens his mouth.
2. Let us all keep our tongues in our own mouths. I know, this one is hard. You're in love, or at least that's what you are calling it, and you want to express this love through some serious tonsil hockey. Good for you. At least no one is dropping their pants, which I know you all want to do. But let's just all do our bit so that we can have a train ride without anyone losing their breakfast.
3. Hands where I can see them Mister. This is especially for you BoganManChild436. I'm sure she has a great arse and those tits are gifts from god. I understand. However, let's keep some of the mystery alive for us all. Some of us like to use our imagination. Or not.

So, are we sorted? I really don't want to have to do this again. See you all tomorrow morning.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Lines

 
 

For all those keeping count, this list that I started here last year has now got more lines through it. Not as many lines as I would like but the lines and me will always have a fractious relationship.

Fractious.

I am so freaking smart.

List One

Short plays that need minor rewrite/tweaks.

       Sugar

       Normal is the Enemy now called The Enemy

       Ordinary Tuesday

       Night declared Day

       Darkness Cut

       Ignorance

       Breath

       Sophie in the Water

List Two

Short Plays that need another complete draft

        Love

        Lost and Found

        No Fish, No Father now called Couch

        For the Defence – Butterfly Evans

        Cut the Lime outline for new draft done.

        Morning Millicent

List Three

Short Plays that need to be written or rewritten completely

        New Coffee Shop Play

        People, Places, Things

        Dead Man Speaks half re-written

        Marcus & Sally Play

        In the Blood

        Sauce

        Breakfast with Others

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Things I've heard "bosses" say to "secretaries"

  • I don't know my life, ask my secretary.
  • Really? Today? … Hey Secretary, why didn't you tell me it's my son's birthday.
  • Hey Secretary, can you call my wife, she likes speaking to you.
  • My secretary is stuck on a train so I have no idea where I am supposed to be right now … In court? Really? Crap.
  • My secretary is having a baby … I know. How much maternity leave are we giving out these days? Really? Crap.
  • Hey Secretary can you call my mistress, she likes speaking to you.
  • Hey Secretary … oh, you know … Don't you?
  • Hey Secretary. I just came to your desk. You weren't there. Please don't ever not be there.