An odd definition of downtime…

After a very busy travel period the majority of March has been much less hectic. No traveling, catalogue is done and in the mail, new plays done and back from the printers, and so on. So how does a writer handle a break in the weather? More work!

I’m in the middle of trying to get a first draft done by the end of April, researching another new play, and I’m also in the middle of a submission binge. This is a 30 day activity where I send out a submission a day for thirty days. Great way to take a concentrated period of time and get non-Theatrefolk plays out into the world, which I haven’t had any time to do in recent months. And on top of all that I’ve been trainning for a 30K race.

I guess in the end it’s pretty hectic after all. But really, all I’m doing is sitting at desk (which is me on my couch with the laptop on my lap) in my trackpants with a cup a tea and typing away. Not a bad job.

The only problem with getting the work out there is that it often comes flying back at you. I got one of those “Don’t call us, we won’t be calling you” rejection letters this week. I know it’s not personal, who knows if they even read the play, but it just feels so personal!

Next week we’re back on the road to the Florida State Thespian Festival. I’m so excited to be able to see my play Tuna Fish Eulogy performed. The teacher is wonderful and the students have been the sweetest. I get a t-shirt too!

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Lindsay Price