It was a great feeling to perform my play last night. After our rehearsal Monday I said that this was it, that I’d never produce this play, or any other of my plays, ever again. That I was finished. Last night, after finishing our mini run in Festival of the Offensive, I realized that I […]Read More Puff post and Madness for dessert
Puff Puff isn’t just an offensive play written specifically for the illustrious Festival of the Offensive. The play delves into the schizoid nature of contemporary values, values that are based on ever shifting ideologies, emotional vagaries, and principals that have the shelf-life of un-organic milk. Contemporary Western thought is fractured. Science thinks its battle is […]Read More lady parts and my chapstick addiction
It was the first time I felt naked on stage. Really exposed, vulnerable, out of control, careening, falling even, into my self, out into the street, cars bearing down on me, stuck in the brights like that perennial deer. The play was about some kids and their families; messed up kids, messed up families. The […]Read More the first time
Sometimes I will fail you. Like this morning. Let’s face it, this was a shitty morning. You didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to go to work. I gave you a peach smoothie for breakfast but you only like berry. There wasn’t time to finish your satellite dish, or the lunar lander […]Read More Sometimes I will fail you.
Writing words for yourself to say is different from writing words for others to say. When I write a play I’m staging it in my own head, I’m picturing the characters, their clothes, their mannerisms. When writing parentheticals (i.e. SARA (makes face) We’re having chicken again?), I make the face; I imagine actors making the […]Read More Writing Myself, and Watching Mariquitas