Tag: writing
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Justify the … Idea. It’s How I Write
In my theatre arts class, we play a game called Justify the Pose. I say ‘go,’ and everyone tears off around the room doing whatever they like. When I call ‘stop,’ they must freeze in whatever awkward position they find themselves in, whether they are mid-step or standing on a desk. Then I call out…
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Open Submission … (if, if, if …)
I’m currently looking to expand the reach of some of my plays which I admittedly have done very little with over the past couple of years. Researching on-line, I’ve come across some wonderful theatres and festivals who encourage new voices of the stage to submit their work. I’ve very encouraged by all of this. At…
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Was I Sleeping 4 Times Through This Chapter?
Revision work never seems to surprise and frustrate me. I have been doing some fairly significant re-writes on my next novel up, and each revised chapter had its moments in the grinding machine of my mind, polishing and burnishing each one a little closer to the end result. And then yesterday, I came across a…
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I am very much me. And so is my writing.
I am very much me. It shouldn’t come as a shock that when I write, I focus on what I know. I know Asia. Living here for twenty years will do that. Asia is probably forever in my writing DNA, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. What did Hemmingway write? The South Floridian…
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Writing: If your brain keeps stewing, you probably aren’t finished.
As a rule, I typically do this: if my brain keeps stewing about a work you completed, it’s not complete and you need to revisit it. I’m not talking about the revision process when a writer is still in the mode of improving a work. I’m talking about after the writer thinks the work is…
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Reflections on Writing: Are they good enough?
I’ve just finished writing a collection of short dramatic sketches which will be performed as my new Christmas show, “MORE Tales of Wonder: Another RLT Christmas,” this December. My immediate reaction to the pieces is rather muted. I don’t know what to think about them, and I’m sure I don’t really know what I got…
