When I left grad school in 1985 I knew two things: I needed to make a living to support a family and although skilled and trained, I didn't have much to say. I knew I was not mature enough to write to my own satisfaction.
I have, over the past 20 years, written short stories, made a couple of novel attempts (vile stuff), published this blog, and written untold amounts of business and technical writing, let alone all of the marketing and PR stuff.
But now it's time. I've started a new play and am researching and reading in preparation for the first draft. The swirl of ideas is simply thrilling.
What kicked it off? Timing. Time. That long awaited maturity.
Will In The World reminded me what it was to be a playwright and sent me back reading Shakespeare with a playwright's eye.
And a subject, an idea. The clear vision that tells me, yes, it will work. Something special that lit up a dark, empty stage in my mind and made me want to know what would happen.
So, if you see infrequent posts from me here, know that I'm intentionally killing the distractions, focusing on the subject, and building this new play.
