Typecast: Running out of Light

So, Monday has come and gone in a whirlwind. By the end of the day, and by end of day I mean 9 o’clock at night, I could either type or do a video about typing. But now that I’ve done my session for the night, there are some thoughts swirling around enough to cobble something together here.

I’ve hit a snag. My forward motion with the play is…. less. It’s a minor one and not troublesome, yet, but a snag is a snag. It’s one step forward and two steps back. Up until a few days ago I was chugging ahead like a train on a track, full steam ahead trough the tunnel to the light. And now, I can see the light but it’s flickering and dim. I know what I want to do, but not the way to get there. One step forward, two steps back.

My response has been to stick a piece of paper in the typewriter and just put words on the page. There’s no point sitting around waiting for a magic unicorn to carry inspiration in on a rainbow, the work must still be done. It’s just a lot more hunt and peck rather than full steam ahead. It’s a lot more unsure and unsteady. But every day a page goes in and words appear. That’s the great thing about having a clear vision for a piece. Even if you don’t know how to write a play in that straight forward line, you can write around it. You can write it in crooked pieces. It all still informs and encourages the work.

I’m not worried about the snag, not worried yet about the snag, because a flickering light at the end of the tunnel is still a light. It seems rather ironic that just when I have booked a workshop for this play (next month. Eek) that things have derailed. Slightly. So far. All one can do is keep putting words on the page. One step forward, two back. Sideways movement is still movement. And a flickering light is still light…

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Lindsay Price