Monday, October 15, 2012

What's goin' on...

This weekend you can catch me playing a dung beetle and a yield sign in the Theatre Artists Workshop Playwrights Festival. I also wrote the one with the yield sign - the other character is a tire. AND, word is Gary Garrison will be in attendance :)

Movin' on up!


Friday, August 31, 2012


I am finished. I wrote the last play today. The Stamford Symphony is conducted by imaginary poet laureate Trusky, poetically detailing why this town sucks.

I am the most miserable person in the world right now.

End of story.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

30 Fucking Plays!

I have taken two naps today - this thing has kicked my ass.

Today's play was a spoof on the young British scientist who explains the wonders of the you-knee-verse on the science channel. The title is Snack Attack, but I'm not sure why.

30 fucking plays.

Thanks so much to my peeps who have supported me through this :)

Tomorrow I'm done!


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Play #29 - Cove Beach Mafia

Wrapping this all up in a bow, it's going to be hard deciding on the last two plays. Today's play was actually on my list of plays to write weeks ago...or maybe a week-and-a-half ago. I have since lost the list...

Yet another tale inspired by the ugly truth, the Cove Beach Mafia is what I call the group of grown men who like to walk in the opposite direction of everyone else in a clump - like a bunch of girls going to the bathroom. They don't acknowledge your existence and will push you off of the path before they get out of your way.

Classy bastards.

Thankfully I haven't seen too much of them this year, I haven't been exercising that much or at the "right" times...

Yesterday I printed up all the plays I wrote thus far, sorted them into three piles...wait a minute. I think I said this yesterday...or maybe not, I'm so confused.

I have a lot to choose from. I'm starting to wonder how I'll pick the "final" line-up and I'm really stating to wonder if Civic Fucking Pride is going to be a good title. Generally speaking, I think that's the main theme going through the pieces, but not in all of them. But maybe that's okay.

As it becomes time for playwrights to bundle up their babies and send them off for consideration for development I'm starting to think I'll hold off on this one and send in my last full-length instead. Then I'll have a whole year with these plays at the workshop that I can use to fine tune the whole show.

At least that's what I'm thinking today.


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

28 plays done - 3 to go!

Today's play was a shortie about a local restauranteur that hires illegals and makes them work sick.


I printed up the first 28 plays and sorted them into three piles - Yay, nay or nay(?).

I have 82 pages of yay :)

Three more plays and I'm done for the month. I'll assemble the best, fix them up and possibly send it out for development.

And I'm definitely looking forward to getting back to my "future play" The Brazil Nut Effect.


Monday, August 27, 2012

Play #27 DONE! \m/

Holy Pagan Christmas, Batman! Only four more plays to write! Today's idea came to me yesterday, I can only hope the last few plays get written so easily...

Rippowam Social is poking fun at all the trendy restaurants around these here parts. At this fictional restaurant servers are armed with tomahawks and customers with muskets.

I worked as a server for two years and I am scarred for life. But recently, as a customer, I have been equally's best to eat at home, I think.


Sunday, August 26, 2012

26 down, 5 to go. HIKE!

I am not gonna lie, I am fucking drained, exhausted, wiped-out and whatever else you generally associate with "tired-ass-playwright."

Yesterday's play was a chore, today it wasn't so hard. I think I'm getting to the "wrapping up" phase in my mind. Since I decided at the beginning these would be part of a longer play I think I'm just naturally tying it all together, so these last few plays may be less edgy and more about "coming to a new understanding" of my hometown.

I understand it sucks, ba-dum-bum.

Actually, I'm starting to understand that, unfortunately, the town was designed to suck. Not the whole town, just the sucky parts.

Urban renewal did wrong by this town. No doubt.

Today's play was actually inspired by events elsewhere - a 100 year old woman somewhere brought cupcakes to the post office and handed them out in celebration. So, in my Stamford version, I had to tell it along with some annoying foodies and a snobby chef.

I have a good idea for tomorrow, only four ideas to go :)