Last night I dreamt I was writing a musical, although if I was to actually write one (and if now then I'd have five projects on the go, and even that's a little crazy for me) I'd have to find someone to collaborate with, write the music while I write the book (text, lyrics).
A small cast musical, quirky and character driven & set in a rambling old apartment building. With a singing cat, and a love story. What more do you need? Oh, I know, a song about breaking plates.
Musicals, here I come!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Drum roll, if you please
I am working on...
JOSEPHINE (A LOVE STORY), one-act
BRED IN YOUR BONES, monologue play; although also have a different draft that may be around an hour or so when I finally finish a draft of that
THE THREE HANDER (A WORKING TITLE), full length
LITTLE DANCER, full length
Sometimes I work on one project at a time and other times, well, I do this. But it feels incredible when it's all working. When the cogs are turning, when the creativity and ideas are there.
JOSEPHINE (A LOVE STORY), one-act
BRED IN YOUR BONES, monologue play; although also have a different draft that may be around an hour or so when I finally finish a draft of that
THE THREE HANDER (A WORKING TITLE), full length
LITTLE DANCER, full length
Sometimes I work on one project at a time and other times, well, I do this. But it feels incredible when it's all working. When the cogs are turning, when the creativity and ideas are there.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Streamer, Confetti, Champagne!
A toast to 2007! And another to 2008!
Ringing in the new year with two friends, we ordered in pizza, and has been a wonderful night. Just what I needed.
Off now, midnight is less than 4 minutes away where I am.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
Ringing in the new year with two friends, we ordered in pizza, and has been a wonderful night. Just what I needed.
Off now, midnight is less than 4 minutes away where I am.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
Saturday, December 29, 2007
just wrote this...
Just wrote the following, it's for my 3 Hander (which is currently titled: "The Three Hander (a working title)"...quite meta-theatrical I find). Not sure where it's going to go yet, but I know it's the Actresses'.
ACTRESS:
Words of the moment
Words of mistakes
Words of mis-steps
Words can promise the world, then turn to dust in the shake of a head.
Words are an actor's pushing mechanism.
They can drown your opponent. Embrace your lover. Spit in the unwanted one's face.
They have laced the poison in the tip of Laertes's rapier.
Lauched George Bailey's desire to lasso the moon.
Sent Eliza Dolittle dancing all night.
But sometimes words become cowardly, shirk their responsibility, head off to the tropics for a beach vacation somewhere sunny. Sometimes words fail.
ACTRESS:
Words of the moment
Words of mistakes
Words of mis-steps
Words can promise the world, then turn to dust in the shake of a head.
Words are an actor's pushing mechanism.
They can drown your opponent. Embrace your lover. Spit in the unwanted one's face.
They have laced the poison in the tip of Laertes's rapier.
Lauched George Bailey's desire to lasso the moon.
Sent Eliza Dolittle dancing all night.
But sometimes words become cowardly, shirk their responsibility, head off to the tropics for a beach vacation somewhere sunny. Sometimes words fail.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
I love it
I love being like this...where everything sparks lines, ideas, thoughts, moments, words. Where possibilities stem from shadows. Where I'm always thinking when I'm not creating and writing. Where the blank page is not terrifying, but a chance for exploration.
Monday, December 17, 2007
inspiration does often strike in the most unlikely of places
You know the creative & eccentric juices are flowing when you write the following at work
(and when work right now is a mall at christmastime, won't be for long though):
Something about the red balloon, resting the crown of its round head against the mall ceiling, is contemplative and quiet. In the midst of endless holiday shopping hordes it balances.
p.s. Hours later and the balloon is still there. And so it will remain for the rest of time (or at least for the rest of holiday shopping)
p.p.s. Also need to look at changing time zone on here
(and when work right now is a mall at christmastime, won't be for long though):
Something about the red balloon, resting the crown of its round head against the mall ceiling, is contemplative and quiet. In the midst of endless holiday shopping hordes it balances.
p.s. Hours later and the balloon is still there. And so it will remain for the rest of time (or at least for the rest of holiday shopping)
p.p.s. Also need to look at changing time zone on here
Friday, December 14, 2007
Some of these days
Some days you're up and others you're down...not sure exactly how I'm feeling about this particular holiday season considering how much I'm working: give or take about three jobs, two of them seasonal retail; hence A LOT of time on my feet. One of them is front of house at a theatre, which I thoroughly enjoy heading to for my 6:45pm call no matter how exhausted or not exhausted I may be. The third show of the season closes this Saturday, so after that I will just have two jobs to deal with till around mid-January.
Some point in the new year I'm jetting off to work as a stage hand with Royal Caribbean Cruises. Getting back into working the twisting, dark corridors of a theatre; albeit on a ship. These theatres on the cruise ships, they're fully fledged members of the profession, let me tell you, the equipment, the lights, the rigging, the works.
Writing, and writing, and more writing away. But it's hard to concentrate on that when I'm practically working nonstop and on my day's off I only have energy to read, nap, and watch tv. I can do this, I have to take one day at a time, one shift at a time. No day but today.
Missing Montreal, and all the crazy and beautiful gang there. It's a constant. I will return there and work and create and produce.
Missing the backstage ghosts and headset conversations.
A little bit of everything in tonight's post. That's all for now folks.
Some point in the new year I'm jetting off to work as a stage hand with Royal Caribbean Cruises. Getting back into working the twisting, dark corridors of a theatre; albeit on a ship. These theatres on the cruise ships, they're fully fledged members of the profession, let me tell you, the equipment, the lights, the rigging, the works.
Writing, and writing, and more writing away. But it's hard to concentrate on that when I'm practically working nonstop and on my day's off I only have energy to read, nap, and watch tv. I can do this, I have to take one day at a time, one shift at a time. No day but today.
Missing Montreal, and all the crazy and beautiful gang there. It's a constant. I will return there and work and create and produce.
Missing the backstage ghosts and headset conversations.
A little bit of everything in tonight's post. That's all for now folks.
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