Maybe an ending to the endings?
For a few reasons this journal has forced itself into my thought. Seeing how it ended I thought it deserves at least some sort of culminating gesture at the end other than that statement for Northwestern, and, having written a play this summer, thought that would be a fitting end to this. I don't know why I try to kill this so often. There's plenty I want to distance myself from in here, but I've realized that I like the little miscreant fucker. Maybe this means that this is only again a temporary closure. I would like to begin writing with the freedom that this allows instead of the horseshit method which the UofC serves early and often.
The play itself is, I think, both distinctively mine but also very much not mine. I reread it for the first time in a few months in December (after finishing it sometime in August) and laughed through most of it. If it was strictly mine I shouldn't be surprised by anything, but maybe it's more like a mirror for me. I can't say at this point. I've forgotten way to much about writing it, other than I saw an add in the New York Times Review of Books for the Yale emerging dramatist competition and decided to do it. After a lot of coffee and late nights surrounded by books in my brother's room (my workspace for the summer while he was in DC) it looked like a play. So yeah, in case you want something to gnaw on for a bit, here's a play. Please note that I have had literally no training in playwriting and just copied the formatting from the Yale University Press versions of Eugene O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh and Long Days Journey Into Night. So yeah. I don't think it has to be read through in one fell swoop but I think it would make a lot more sense that way than having to pick up again in the middle of it. If anyone is that committed anyway.
Apparently it's too large to post here, I'll do it piecemeal then. See following entries.
Thanks a lot to everyone for reading this and putting up with my antics and desperation. I feel in a much better place now, even if it is less artistically interesting. I have Kate to thank most for that, followed closely by Adam and some vision imparted to me by the earth to see my bungling for what it is. If you're reading this, it'd be awesome to hear from you, my email is at the top of the play and that's probably the best way to contact me short of calling. It'd be good to hear from you all and I promise you won't have to talk about the play. commenting here works too I suppose. I'll check this pretty regularly for about a week I think.
The play itself is, I think, both distinctively mine but also very much not mine. I reread it for the first time in a few months in December (after finishing it sometime in August) and laughed through most of it. If it was strictly mine I shouldn't be surprised by anything, but maybe it's more like a mirror for me. I can't say at this point. I've forgotten way to much about writing it, other than I saw an add in the New York Times Review of Books for the Yale emerging dramatist competition and decided to do it. After a lot of coffee and late nights surrounded by books in my brother's room (my workspace for the summer while he was in DC) it looked like a play. So yeah, in case you want something to gnaw on for a bit, here's a play. Please note that I have had literally no training in playwriting and just copied the formatting from the Yale University Press versions of Eugene O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh and Long Days Journey Into Night. So yeah. I don't think it has to be read through in one fell swoop but I think it would make a lot more sense that way than having to pick up again in the middle of it. If anyone is that committed anyway.
Apparently it's too large to post here, I'll do it piecemeal then. See following entries.
Thanks a lot to everyone for reading this and putting up with my antics and desperation. I feel in a much better place now, even if it is less artistically interesting. I have Kate to thank most for that, followed closely by Adam and some vision imparted to me by the earth to see my bungling for what it is. If you're reading this, it'd be awesome to hear from you, my email is at the top of the play and that's probably the best way to contact me short of calling. It'd be good to hear from you all and I promise you won't have to talk about the play. commenting here works too I suppose. I'll check this pretty regularly for about a week I think.