I’ve tried to hide away to write my play for the high school students. One thing I notice about being a writer is I only get the most important things and the least important things done when I’m under deadline.
- Bathing – check
- Eating – check
- Grocery shopping – not check
- Steam cleaning the rugs – check
- Responding to Mom – not check
- Updating website – not check
- Figuring out car insurance before the deadline – not check
- Figuring out car insurance on the deadline – check
- Dish-washing – check
- Emailing a playwright about his work with teens – not check
- Shaving when I’m going to see people I need to impress – not check
- Shaving when I’m not going to see people for two days – check
- Floors sweeping – check
- Heartburn medication purchasing – not check
- Lessons planning – check
And so on.
I’ve been trying to Skype into rehearsals when possible.
If you’re in the area, come on out – next Friday and Saturday (we’re Program B)
Working as a playwright at UC Davis has been a quiet dream I’ve had for many years. I’ve been explicit about my mission – to be the best damn writer and teacher I can be, and to have a career that allows me to return home to work without having to live there. And so developing a play with folks at UCD is right smack in the center of that goal.
More news soon.
As for that play I’m distracting myself from, well, it’s a tough-as-nails play to write. It stabs. The elevator pitch is, “There’s a group of teenagers in a town getting catfished by a demon.” So, yeah.
Now, B, back to work.