WRITING
I considered myself a writer who just hasn't taken the time to create a "body of work". What that means, in fact, is that I was a writer who doesn't write. Why I chose that rather than being a sculptor who doesn't sculpt or a painter without a brush might make an interesting question for another time. Not now.
I have worked with a collaborator, Micheal K. White, to write a one-act play in 1983 that won a contest and was produced in Omaha, Nebraska. 'HUMAN SKELETAL REMAINS' went on to be produced at the St. Clemens Church in New York City.
I joined, three years later, with another partner, Mark Hammond, to write a screenplay which stank to high heaven, but caught the interest of an agent who asked us to do a rewrite. Being serious writers, we didn't. And I never finished anything, again.
Now, I've lived far longer than expected. Most of the plans I've operated on are shot to hell and it looks like I could stay awhile. Time to rethink what"s important to me. An "everything I know is wrong" point in life.
Michael, one of the most creative, stunning, and talented author/poet/playwrights I know, told me from the beginning to "relax and have fun".(He is also the one who told me "don't quit your day job." I hope you have good friends like that.) He doesn't bemoan the burden of writing or whine about how hard it is. He creates volumes of really good work. He says, "I like making things up."
After 30 years of nodding my head but acting as if he has no idea what he's talking about about, I'm done fighting. As soon as I made that decision, the act of writing became a joy, again. I've gone from periodically struggling to sqeeze something out to feeling incomplete on days when I am not able to write.
I'll be posting on the blog here or adding pages as I go along. Mostly, I'll be having fun.
I have worked with a collaborator, Micheal K. White, to write a one-act play in 1983 that won a contest and was produced in Omaha, Nebraska. 'HUMAN SKELETAL REMAINS' went on to be produced at the St. Clemens Church in New York City.
I joined, three years later, with another partner, Mark Hammond, to write a screenplay which stank to high heaven, but caught the interest of an agent who asked us to do a rewrite. Being serious writers, we didn't. And I never finished anything, again.
Now, I've lived far longer than expected. Most of the plans I've operated on are shot to hell and it looks like I could stay awhile. Time to rethink what"s important to me. An "everything I know is wrong" point in life.
Michael, one of the most creative, stunning, and talented author/poet/playwrights I know, told me from the beginning to "relax and have fun".(He is also the one who told me "don't quit your day job." I hope you have good friends like that.) He doesn't bemoan the burden of writing or whine about how hard it is. He creates volumes of really good work. He says, "I like making things up."
After 30 years of nodding my head but acting as if he has no idea what he's talking about about, I'm done fighting. As soon as I made that decision, the act of writing became a joy, again. I've gone from periodically struggling to sqeeze something out to feeling incomplete on days when I am not able to write.
I'll be posting on the blog here or adding pages as I go along. Mostly, I'll be having fun.
