Man alive, I’ve missed writing. Since the Fringe finished 2 months ago, I have been lazy as fuck. Haven’t written a single line of dialogue, read a play, or even done any acting classes. It’s been the most mind numbing 2 months, but well needed. Oh man, I was so exhausted.
BUT NOW I’M ENERGISED TO FUCK AND ATTACKING SCRIPTS FROM ALL ANGLES!
REDRAFT HERE, NEW SHOW THERE, WRITING WRITING WRITING!!
So I’m going over In Utero, looking to expand it into a longer piece- maybe 65-75 minutes or so- and I’m like, yeah girl, you got some mad writing skills. Which is a relief. Last time I attempted to redraft it, my reaction was more along the lines of OH MY GOD IT’S HIDEOUS! BURN IT! BURN IT NOW! HOW COULD I HAVE WRITTEN SUCH A THING! (I’m in love with caps lock today,can you tell? I’ve just got so much passion!)
But man alive, redrafting is hard, ya know? Being pure brutal with your work, cutting bits here, adding bits there. When it was first done, I was like…yeah, this is perfection. This script is amazing. And now I’m seeing all the flaws in it, and I’m getting upset that the debut performance wasn’t as strong as it could have been, but on the other side I’m all, yeah gurl, you did it.
I don’t really know what the fuck this blog is about. I don’t think it makes sense. I just love writing, so wanted to write something. Anything. What even is this?
Anyway, right, time to write. Am I right? YEAH, YOU WRITE.
Maybe I should just go to sleep.