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….
It may be 11:30 EST, but it’s still Thursday! And besides, it’s 10:30 here in St. Louis. Tomorrow may be a lost cause as we’re going to the Theatre after a full day of exhibiting.
Writing: Beauty and the Bee, got the first compilation scene for the second act written out today. Great ideas flowing. I also wrote a full page monologue for Catherine. I’m not sure it has a place anywhere, but it revealed some very interesting ideas about what she’s thinking. Always useful.
Thoughts: Ah, writing in the car. Sometimes, it’s very fruitful; the concentrated time, no distractions… although sometimes you end up staring out the window for hours. Today was a nice balance of both, since it was such a long drive. Lots of work…. lots of window staring.
I love travelling by car. But I never, never, write and drive. Need to be a example to the kids.
Speaking of which, I wanted to talk about the ‘writing hero.’ This is one of the questions in the regular playwright mini-interview at the back of The Dramatist (the magazine for the Dramatists Guild) – Who is your writing hero, alive or dead?
First, writing and hero are two words that don’t seem to go together. We writers, on a whole, don’t go into burning buildings, risk our lives for the sake of others, take people in who themselves are risky, reach higher, do more.
But that’s rather a grumpy attitude, and there are certainly many different ways to define reach, do, risk. Given the chance (you know when I get a whole different life where someone thinks I’m important enough to interview in a magazine) to respond to this question, this is what I would answer:
My writing heroes are those who chose to write, when every single person around them says not to. Those who don’t get a ‘real’ job. Those who DO get a real job and still find time to write on subways at 5:30 in the morning. Those who, instead of taking five minutes to breathe, write. Those who put the kids to bed, and then write. Those who write on the way between job one and job two and three. Those who get told they suck as a writer and still write. Those who get yelled at by misguided directors, actors, reviewers and get up the next day and write.
This applies to anyone who chooses a life in the arts. There are so many reasons not to be an artist, and few reasons to see it through. Don’t give up. Pick up the pen or turn on the computer. Always Be Writing.
Submission: Did a bit of ‘clumping’ to prepare for the weekend, got a number done ahead of time. Someone suggested this sounds rather like cat-like. I don’t have a cat, but now I have an image of submissions in the litter box, which is nasty…
Leaves of Grass query to Purple Rose Theatre.