This is not really a post.

This month has been a crazy one, and I truly can’t seem to distill all the things rolling around my brain into anything thoughtful or even coherent.  So I’m writing this instead: Eclectic Voices: We’re No Heroes My writers group Eclectic Voices is producing a monologue show this month, a pay-what-you-can performance of nine original … Continue reading

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11 Things I Learned from Writing The Sudden Urge to Jump

Over the last month, I had two readings of a new play of mine, The Sudden Urge to Jump, in the LABWORKS Festival at Skylight Theatre Company.  It started in a year long playlab with the company, and was one of twelve plays featured in the festival.  Several plays got workshops, a few are getting … Continue reading

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A Halloween Themed Artistic Statement (and NaNoWriMo)

My God. This is a rough time of year. Just about every big-time fellowship/residency/award/development program for playwrights has an application deadline from September through November. And if you throw graduate school applications into the mix, the madness continues through early January. So every playwright who is really trying to do this “playwright thing” and be … Continue reading


5 Things I’m Doing Wrong

I’m a pessimist, which, I hope, means I’m more realistic and therefore will accomplish more in life. I’m seldom happy about where I am.  Penelope Trunk recently suggested listing things you’re doing wrong as a way to evaluate where you are.  I could list a lot more than this, but here are a few. 1. … Continue reading

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Reboot the Ambition

I’m in the middle of a reboot. The thing about a reboot is you feel all disparate feelings all at once. You’re exhausted, frustrated, irritated that you got to this place in the first place, and completely impatient. But you’re also feeling the twinges of rejuvenation, the little sparks are popping up in your belly … Continue reading

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    From "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot "For I have known them all already, known them all- Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?"