So, it’s 10:45 on Friday night…and I haven’t blogged yet. 😛
I am considering making excuses. (After all, it’s my blog and I can whine if I want to!) I am thinking about taking the easy way out. (I don’t HAVE to blog if I don’t WANT to blog — IT’S MY BLOG!) And all this thinking is turning my brain to mush. So here’s the deal…
I’m going to tell you a little bit about an up-and-coming playwright (well, she hopes she’s up-and-coming), someone who is a born procrastinator but who desperately wants with all her heart to do what she has set out to do, even if it’s late, even if she’s tired, and even if it isn’t as good as it could have been had she gotten to it sooner…
If you haven’t figured it out yet, that “playwright” is me.
I’m not sure I have the right to call myself a playwright yet. My mentor at Wilkes University (where I got my master’s degree in creative writing and am CURRENTLY in the LAST SEMESTER of my MFA — woo-hoo!) would say that I should. The jury’s still out on that, but I do feel that I’m a potential playwright…or at least a hopeful one.
My first real thrill in playwriting was actually my senior project for my undergrad (I was more or less a theatre major…it’s complicated). Anyway, I had the bright idea of writing…and directing…and producing…and performing in my project. (Yes, I was idealistic and crazy — never again.) The process was challenging, interesting, terrifying and wonderful all at once. I would never, EVER do it again…but I’m so glad that I did.
The resulting “play” (really, a collection of 5 short plays that all tied together with a poetic introduction and conclusion) was probably not great. Maybe ok for a 22-year-old kind-of theatre major, but it certainly wasn’t Arthur Miller (more like Arthur Miller’s obscure niece of his third cousin once removed who has interesting ideas but isn’t what one would call a “writer”). But here’s the thing: I LOVED IT. Every minute that I wasn’t tearing out my hair, I was grinning ear to ear. Every minute I wasn’t flustered beyond comprehension, I was flying about the stage in a happy whirl, just SO GRATEFUL to be doing this. And the night we performed, when I came out for my curtain call, knowing that people were clapping — STANDING and CLAPPING — for something I had CREATED…it was like no other feeling in the world. I can’t even describe it. It was glorious. And from that moment on I was doomed…
I had to be a playwright.
Now, I’ve taken a lot of detours getting here (and where is “here” exactly?), but one thing you should know about me is that I love what I do. I’ve written a one-act play called Drowning Ophelia which I’m currently trying to get noticed by anyone, anywhere. I’ve written a number of short “sketches,” good for churches and conferences and the like. I’ve got a ten-minute play or two that few people have read or seen and a handful of things that have been performed (mostly by my husband and myself; we are thespians after all!). And yet, I’m still waiting for that moment when I really FEEL like a playwright.
Maybe it will come tomorrow morning when I teach my first playwriting workshop for 7-12 graders (that’s my excuse for not having this blog post done sooner, by the way…just in case you were waiting for it). Maybe it won’t hit until a play of mine gets performed by someone BESIDES ME. Or maybe not until someone introduces me as “…the playwright.” I don’t know.
What I do know is that I love theatre, I love writing plays, I love performing, and I love being a dramachick. And I love this blog! Because it allows me to celebrate the women out there who have made it, who are on the path, or who are just setting out. And that is a wonderful, wonderful thing. So forgive me my self-indulgence and my laziness tonight, but hopefully you’ll enjoy this little bit about me.
Your ever faithful,