My brain was hijacked by an annoying full-length play

Did you ever get something in your head that you can’t shake?

I become useless when it happens to be a writing idea.

Here’s what happened to me this weekend. I was minding my own business, sitting down to work on my fourth novel – which, by the way, is about 75% complete – when out of no where an idea hits me.

When creativity springs forth over top of creativity, what is one to do?

I first told myself, balderdash, I’m going to finish my novel. So I sat down and stared at the last few lines I had written, but I couldn’t get my mind off that darn play, which seemingly wanted to write itself.

I write a lot of short plays. I’ve only written one full-length play on my own. The others I have written were collaborations with my students. But here, banging loudly at my doorstep was another play begging me to take her in and tell her story.

So on Friday night, I put down my novel and started on this play that is incredibly different from anything I have ever written. It is very much an adult oriented play which focuses on some societal issues which are clearly hot-button controversial at the moment. My first play which is not suitable to be performed at the high school level. Sounds scandalous, doesn’t it? I am not at liberty to say what the play is about, but it has pretty much annoyingly consumed all my writing time this weekend.

When I closed the laptop this afternoon after sitting by the beach for a couple hours pecking away at this annoying writer’s itch, I realized that I was close to finishing the first draft already.

It really did write itself. It was so incredibly easy. Of course, it still has some work to be done on it but the entire frame is there and I honestly don’t know what to make of it.

But I will tell you this, it is meant to be performed. I will not publish it. I want it performed by a professional troupe and I’ll keep it bound and out of sight until someone agrees to produce it.

And if is never produced, at least I finally got it off my brain so I can get back to finishing my fourth novel.

Ideas sometimes can be so incredibly annoying.

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