Anyways, as you can obviously see, I took a break from writing. Subconsciously, because of what happened at my last reading of the play entitled above. It went horrible. Understandably so. And as a creator of art, I should have the forethought of knowing that any sense of make believe I conjure up will be subject to ridicule, but... it hurt. Again, the battling forces of what my mind thinks and how my ego responds ensued. For the last couple of months, the emotional ego got the best of me.
The best cure against this kawawa moment of writer non-worthiness... a deadline. a producer from stories high (
here it is: the obligatory click here leads you to my new 10-minute play, LEAVING MY <3 IN SAN FRANCISCO.
Update:I just re-read it again. Not too bad for a first draft, well, technically second draft. Has some potential. eh... still not my best, but that's what keeps me coming back for more abuse :)
1 comment:
Hey,
I enjoyed reading your play. I think you've found your "voice" - at least in this story. The "voice" was very strong!
Keep writing!
Suzanne Lieurance
The Working Writer's Coach
http://www.workingwriterscoach.com
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