Looks

Looks: Why They Matter More Than You Ever Imagined

This is a name of a book that I just saw on this book service I'm with. It's an interesting topic for a play... maybe.

unrequited love/friendship

I just had to get this out in terms of exploring unrequited love/friendship as a theme for a new play. Most likely this will be thought of into a 10-minute as it's an artform that I've not only fallen in love with, but really understand the structure and elements of a play. Of course, writing for this won't keep me from wanting to write a full-length, but I'm pretty sure that if I can nail this format, I'll be able to nail the full-length as well.

Back to this theme. I'm just really feeling strongly towards this theme because I'm going through this right now. I know that it's probably all in my head, but... sometimes I wonder. Regardless if this is in my noggin', it's still a pretty real "emotion" - the feeling of loving someone more than they love you. There's just so many varying degrees of this feeling that I'm going to explore from my point of view. It's really interesting. If I was younger, I'd be going through... let's be honest, I have gone through this again. Probably to the point where this relationship I have with this other person is irreparable, well to the point where it was at one point in time, but I am much older and wiser now to not get too caught up in the sadness, jealousy, spitefulness, and otherwise NEGATIVE, yet human, energy. I mean, sure it's there, I am human, but honestly, not to the degree as it was in another phase of my life. I know I'm rambling, but that's what blogs are for.

Okay, now prefacing all that I have, loving someone more than they love you is a universal thing. Sometimes, if a person's not careful, if the other person senses this, they can, and probably should, take advantage of that person's affections. But I think the tragedy is that sometimes the person giving the affection will probably try harder the more the other person doesn't reciprocate. Sad. This is good, but I have to be aware not to make the hero a sad sack of poo instead of a sympathetic character.

At any rate, this has been weighing on my mind. Something I need to write about.

Another crossroad

I'm thinking that I should be writing this on my other blog site, but it applies here as well. I'm at another crossroad it seems. I can either audition to act in a play which will take place later this summer or continue writing by seeking out lessons and looking for other theater work. I guess I'm at this juncture because I can finally take stock of where I truly am in this time and space that some call life. I've spent so much, if not all, of my life trying to fit in by doing a lot of things, more recently within the last 5 years, by doing the theater thing. I love the theater. And this weekend, I solidified my love for writing for the stage. And to my surprise, possibly writing for film/video/DV.

I'm 36. I don't feel like I have anything yet to show my existence in doing something I love. In order to do this, my goal in playwriting terminology, I know that I have to focus on WRITING. I got close to so many people with Bindlestiff, but is that what my ultimate goal is? Or should it be to hopefully one day, write something that these amazing performers can take and run and make fly.

You're the first to read these thoughts are pouring out of my fingertips and spilling onto this keyboard, but I'm have to step away from the stage. I have to do this in order for the amazing artists to grace the stage and take my words to transport an audience into my world. A world that can only be seen through my journey through life. This journey that I've been so lucky to have been on as to where I can finally see the top of my Hierarchy of Needs - self-identity. Knowing what my role in life ultimately is - a playwright.

The Gift

I just finished what can be considered the final script of The Gift for Bindlestiff Studio's Stories High Production which will take place on the last week of July and early August. Here's a taste of what I wrote:

FEMALE
I can’t believe that this is happening to me!

MALE
How can this be happening to me?

FEMALE
After all the auditions I’ve been on. After all the “You’re
just not what we’re looking for right now.” Or the
countless hours of checking my phone after the “Thanks,
don’t call us, we’ll call you,” it’s finally paid off!

MALE
Correction. We were going to get married. I don’t know what
happened. Look, if I knew I wouldn’t be talking to you now.
All she said was, “I think we need a break.”

FEMALE
I know crazy! So it was during my lunch break when the
director called and asked if I’ve ever been to Orlando. Do
you know what’s in Orlando? I swear I almost peed in my
pants! Hold on. Did I? I don’t know? I don’t care. Holy
shit! Dreams actually can come true!

MALE
Over the phone. I never thought that I’d break up over the
phone. I never even thought that we’d ever break up. All
these plans after graduation. Shot. All these dreams I had
for us. Over. What am I gonna do, now?

FEMALE
Duh, I’m hella excited!

MALE
Numb. I can’t feel anything.

FEMALE
Stupid happy!

MALE
Fucking crappy.

FEMALE
It’s like I got all these emotions running all over my
body…

MALE
And I wish I can make them… stop.

Lights out on FEMALE and MALE as
YSA collapses from emotional
overload.


That's all for now because I intend to tweak this a little bit in order to turn this into a couple of festivals. After these have been turned in, I'll post up the script here :)