A new play is a new planet - populated by the strange and the ordinary.
Pulling a story to stage draws down the abstract and concrete parts of the creative process.
A tale cannot be told without a decent setting.
A character cannot initiate or respond without good, strong motivation. And a plot cannot develop without an underlying lesson.
I love writing plays.
More than critical, social commentary, writing for the theatre offers an opportunity to review, revise and revisit reality.
For over ten years, I paid serious, important attention to media - listening for inspiration, seeking a hook upon which to hang a critical view of my world.
Writing a play is the direct opposite.
Now, instead of paying attention, I ignore the news. Instead of seeking to criticize, I yearn to inspire.
Granted - it makes a woman a little crazy. Imagine, if you can, what my day is like.
I rise early, walk my adorable dog, do what must be done around my house.
I pack a bag and travel to my coffee shop. For the next four hours, I no longer live in St. Paul, Minnesota. I have no children, no responsibilities, no obligations, no bills, no worries, no fear.
For the next four hours, I live in la-la-land.
Sometimes, sitting there alone, I speak aloud the lines my characters bring to life.
"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit."
"You don't have the good sense god gave a gopher."
I know. My stuff ain't Shakespeare.