Waking late
Baking date
Happy faces
Relaxed paces
Rosy cheeks
Happy shrieks
Sloppy clothes
Drippy nose
Jump and play
Snowy day.
Baking date
Happy faces
Relaxed paces
Rosy cheeks
Happy shrieks
Sloppy clothes
Drippy nose
Jump and play
Snowy day.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
All the world's a page... er, a stage...
My newest dream? To write a play.
Don't get me wrong--I've thought about this for quite a while... most of my life, really. And I've written a few script attempts (which are probably laughable and I'd print 'em here if I could find 'em!) But never a full-fledged play.
Why is this suddenly hitting me now? Is it because I'm finally pressing down on my forties and can feel the Grim Reaper's stinky (hopefully distant) breath starting to condense on my neck? Is it a "midlife" crisis? (God, is 37 midlife? And if it is, that means I'll die at 74. That sounds so young!)
I think perhaps it's just that I really love the theatre and although I currently teach acting classes, I don't get to act. Sure, I have opportunities to show young thespians how to perform, but I almost never get on a stage. So writing a play seems like the next-best-thing!
Of course, there are a few questions I must ask myself, including:
1. When the hell do I have time to write a play?
2. What the hell should the play's topic be?
3. Why the hell do I keep inserting "hell" in every sentence?
Hrumph.
Don't get me wrong--I've thought about this for quite a while... most of my life, really. And I've written a few script attempts (which are probably laughable and I'd print 'em here if I could find 'em!) But never a full-fledged play.
Why is this suddenly hitting me now? Is it because I'm finally pressing down on my forties and can feel the Grim Reaper's stinky (hopefully distant) breath starting to condense on my neck? Is it a "midlife" crisis? (God, is 37 midlife? And if it is, that means I'll die at 74. That sounds so young!)
I think perhaps it's just that I really love the theatre and although I currently teach acting classes, I don't get to act. Sure, I have opportunities to show young thespians how to perform, but I almost never get on a stage. So writing a play seems like the next-best-thing!
Of course, there are a few questions I must ask myself, including:
1. When the hell do I have time to write a play?
2. What the hell should the play's topic be?
3. Why the hell do I keep inserting "hell" in every sentence?
Hrumph.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Shock of shocks!
I was so surprised when I checked this morning... and found out I placed in Jason's writing contest over at Clarity of Night! Thanks to everyone who supported the piece. I really appreciated the votes!
It's so much fun to be able to just write to fulfill a creative desire rather than to make a paycheck. Kudos to Jason for providing professional freelancers with a different literary outlet.
(Oh, and Beth... I laughed at your comment. No way would I write a fiction book. Maybe a non-fiction one, though... but it's just not the same!)
It's so much fun to be able to just write to fulfill a creative desire rather than to make a paycheck. Kudos to Jason for providing professional freelancers with a different literary outlet.
(Oh, and Beth... I laughed at your comment. No way would I write a fiction book. Maybe a non-fiction one, though... but it's just not the same!)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Stories!
Jason at Clarity of Night is having another one of his uber-exciting short story contests.
If you'd like to read the one yours truly penned, it's right here. (But make sure to read the others, too!)
If you'd like to read the one yours truly penned, it's right here. (But make sure to read the others, too!)
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