Playwriting

I might be a wee bit tired….

30 Days of Development: Lindsay is writing every day for thirty days, and submitting every day for thirty days, and blogging about it every day for thirty days. Whew! Can she do it? Stay posted….

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN

Writing: Nice work today on the Bee play. Finished my going back review of everything I have so far. I have a lot of ‘stuff’ to address, it’s all a bit jumbled but I really like the ‘stuff’ so that’s positive. Still feel confident that a first draft will be completed by Tuesday.

Thoughts: I cried twice today at the conference.

Hmmm. Maybe we should start with something happier. I talked to a teacher yesterday who’s doing my version of The Canterbury Tales. She has the whole football team in the play. I just love imagining what that looks like. It sounds like they’re having a great time with the show. Which is saying a lot seeing as it’s The Canterbury Tales…

Ok, back to the crying. Oh maybe it wasn’t that bad. The second time, was while our friends Bob and Marti Fowler, (shout out to Interactive Educational Video) received an award recognizing their longstanding commitment to theatre education. It is a well-deserved honour. These two are retired theatre teachers who have developed a line of technical theatre DVDs for school use. The whole room (filled with teachers) lept to their feet when Bob and Marti were introduced. It was warm and heartfelt. Then they thanked Craig and I in their speech. That’s what made me cry. They’re such dearhearts and believe, as we do, in the importance and place of theatre education.

Happy break! A teacher shared with me her vision about her upcoming production of Circus Olympus. She’s thinking about all the great visuals that happened in the Beijing Olympics opening ceremonies. She has a huge cast and is determined to have everyone be a part of the action. She’s using Greek letters. It sounded so great! I want to be in her show.

The first incident of eye socket leakage happened five minutes before the second time. I caught the tail end of the keynote speaker (while waiting for the award presentation) and I believe he was talking about the statistical evidence of the importance of theatre in the classroom. And how to advocate theatre using statistics. That’s what administrators and boards respond to.

The last slide in his presentation was of a poem a teacher had written which was about ‘what schools should be, ‘ the last being:

Schools should be a place of hope.

That made me cry. Those of us who work with students have such opportunity. We have a chance to be a part of someone’s hope, we can spark hope, and I want to be a person who offers hope. I want to lose the part of me that spends too much time navel gazing and creating imaginary complaints.

And I have just heard so many horrific stories in the past two weekends. Of people, of schools, of administrations, of organizations, all of which are supposed to help students, help teachers, help students, yet they make me feel that ‘the school’ is a rather hopeless place.

Happy break! A teacher told me how, in her school, every student in grade nine has to be involved in a one act play and she needed to stock up on new material.

I had a fair amount of time between the end of exhibiting and my flight. I’m beat but not completely brain dead today. The Hyatt had a TON of comfy couches and I just lounged and worked. When I got to the airport, I had this very surreal, hee hee, moment: I’m in one of those places that’s not a restaurant, but one step up from fast food, and EVERYONE in the place is watching the college football game on the numerous TVs. They’re all glued to the game. I think I’m the only one not watching. And I think, I’ll bet no one knows I’m writing a play. Hee hee hee. Hmmm. It sounds less funny when I type it out. I was seriously giggling to myself in Miller’s Pub. Someone needs a nap.

Submission: Galileo: The Starry Messenger on request to Otago University in New Zealand. The internet makes the world so small…

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Lindsay Price