Thursday, April 29, 2010

Words, words, words

In Act Two of My Fair Lady, Eliza Doolittle declares to Freddy Einsford-Hill that she's "so sick of words.  I get words all day through, first from him, now from you."  She want Freddy to take action - and "Show Me."  While I understand the sentiment of don't talk, show, I've never been sick of words.  I love words.  Words make me wet - to put it bluntly.  I love to read them, hear them, sing them, write them, play with them, invent them.  Words, words, words....fabulous words.

So why is it that when I commit myself to sitting down and writing something specific - using my words to unleash my soul - that I suddenly can't find them. Or they seem foolish and empty.  Or the universe steps in and, you don't get to be a writer.

I've called myself a writer for years.  I've written poems that I think are bloody fantastic.  I've written short stories and treatments and short plays and outlines and ideas and blog posts until I'm sure there can't be anything left for me to say - nothing left to express.  Yet there is this pull within me that says I still have more to do.  More to say.  My story isn't amazing or inspiring or tragic or comic.  Except sometimes when it is. So why can't it find a form?  A shape?  An expression?

All this frustration is because I started out April so committed, so pumped up and focused and ready to get something accomplished.  Then, hurt knee, brother falls out of a tree and I spend every free hour at the hospital...exhaustion.  Depression is right there ready to climb into my mind and negate every bit of progress I have made.  Why am I so unwilling to cut myself some slack, let myself off the hook, celebrate what I have done and how far I have come?

I am passionate about poetry, libidinous about lingua, absurdly ape-shit for assonance and alliteration, and wild about words. I am a writer.  

Friday, April 2, 2010

Patsy Rodenburg: Why I do theater | Video on

I absolutely love this. And it's why I do theater, too. If you tell the truth, people may not like you, they may not be grown up enough to know the truth, but it will move you.

Patsy Rodenburg: Why I do theater | Video on

Thursday, April 1, 2010

April Begins with a FRENZY!!

Script Frenzy that is.

You may remember that I started to write a novel back in November with National Novel Writers Month.  Well, that didn't work out so well.  Got sick, had mother issues, etc.  Well, now, it's Script Frenzy, brought to you by the same organization.  This is a somewhat smaller, and if the group I met on Sunday are any indication, more extroverted set of writers.  Perhaps it's because there are so many options for Script Frenzy.  Your writing can be a play, a screenplay, a treatment or episode for a TV series; even a graphic novel.  And that means you can have rom com to horror on one side of the table, sci-fi to situation comedy on the other.  There's even one woman writing a musical!! And her collaborator lives on the other side of the country!

That's the other difference with Script Frenzy - you can write as a team or a group.  Because we all know that scripts come in all shapes and sizes...just like people.

In my case, I'm writing a play.  I've wanted to do this for some time.  I love the theater and there is a real shortage of original plays out there these days.  Mostly because the good money is in screenplays and TV shows.  But they say write what you know.  And I know theater!!

I'm not sure if this will turn out to be an absurdly funny comedy, a mystery, or a human tragedy.  But I do know there will be squirrels!  It's just time for it. 

So wish me luck!!