This weekend Ground UP Productions did a generous and beautiful workshop weekend where they brought me and a group of actors to my favorite house/new play development grounds on the planet to read the four full lengths I have developed in the last year and a half/2 years. It was a weekend where we got to read my work and I got to both look at the individual plays themselves and what's working and what isn't, but also look at my recent body of work and see what is working on a larger scale, where I need to grow, and what I'm writing about.
What I found was that a) I love writing plays b) I am proud of my work c) I got to track growth in the development of my voice as a writer d) I was reminded that challenges/areas of growth are exciting as opposed to a drag/annoyance e) getting out of the city is amazing for the soul. e) DONT DRIVE A CAR OUT OF GAS INTO A DITCH f) people from Vermont are reeeeal nice.
I can't wait to keep writing. I can't wait to finish this draft of We Pray to Elephants. I can't wait to see where some of these plays go. I can't wait to ask for help in the places I need it.
I love what I do (I know I already said that). I'm really grateful.
The thing that I am always reminded of is something my dear mentor always says; that after food and shelter we need stories so we know we're not alone.
HERE ARE PHOTOS:
There's a reading of my play!
It's tonight at 8 at TheatreLab!
I sat in rehearsal (in the same room I got the flu in) finally better, listening to some really really effing good actors read my play with Worsham killin it next to me.
And now today I get to go record a radio play I wrote for Naked Angels, see these puppies for part of the reading rehearsal, and then do other stuff and then watch the reading (in case you were wondering, my grandma will be in attendance. I don't even tell her things are happening anymore. Because she's ipad savvy and she just comes. Because she's the greatest) and Im going to tell you, it's all just fun, you guys.
I like it.
I went to the Drama Bookshop.
I parused the short play section.
I WAS THERE.
Then I made a squak/squeal of a noise. And cried.
Which is normal behavior in the Drama Bookshop.
Neither of those things happened.
However, first time I got to see my name on a book on a shelf in a store that sells books, I got to document it. Thank you, instagram.
#lucky #yaywritingplays #swimminginroyalties
I am an optimist.