I'm counted as a playwright in my local theatre scene...
finally.
I forget sometimes how much I fade into the woodwork between projects. And when I do emerge into the greater world, I am hard to pin down (playwright? Director? Actor? Improviser? Artistic Director?)
One of the things I've been concentrating on over the last several years is identifying myself as a playwright. I love the literal meaning of the word... Maker of Plays.
In an article unrelated directly to be I'm finally listed as a local playwright. Huzzah! Small victories...
From Elaine Liner. Here's what it says...
Where are the great new American plays coming from? Not just from East Coast graduate programs that follow the Paula (How I Learned to Drive) Vogel model, no matter how many of those dreary dramas Dallas Theater Center tries to force upon us. Not from the ranks of hot TV sitcoms whose junior staffers churn out drivel such as New Girl writer Kim Rosenstock's Tigers Be Still and try to pass it off as the-ay-tuh. (Again, a dig at DTC, where Tigers was given three months of performances to try to convince us of its worth. It didn't.)
No, some of the great new plays are coming from right here, typed at back tables in our own local coffee shops and produced on our stages.
Over the past few months there's been a strong uptick in exciting new work from North Texas playwrights: Steven Walters' Pluck the Day and Eric Steele's Midwest Trilogy at Second Thought Theatre; Larry Herold's The Sports Page at Fort Worth's Stage West; Matthew Posey's Mean, Ex Voto and Morphing at his Ochre House space. Kurt Kleinmann, Jeff Swearingen, Fred Curchack, Isabella Russell-Ides, Andi Allen, Jonathan Norton, Janice Rose, Mark-Brian Sonna, Scott A. Eckert, Thomas Riccio, Donnie F. Wilson, Linda Daugherty, Brad McEntire, Matthew J. Edwards - all local writers of words for live theater, getting scripts up on their feet wherever, whenever they can.
Here's a link to the article... LINK.
I forget sometimes how much I fade into the woodwork between projects. And when I do emerge into the greater world, I am hard to pin down (playwright? Director? Actor? Improviser? Artistic Director?)
One of the things I've been concentrating on over the last several years is identifying myself as a playwright. I love the literal meaning of the word... Maker of Plays.
In an article unrelated directly to be I'm finally listed as a local playwright. Huzzah! Small victories...
From Elaine Liner. Here's what it says...
Where are the great new American plays coming from? Not just from East Coast graduate programs that follow the Paula (How I Learned to Drive) Vogel model, no matter how many of those dreary dramas Dallas Theater Center tries to force upon us. Not from the ranks of hot TV sitcoms whose junior staffers churn out drivel such as New Girl writer Kim Rosenstock's Tigers Be Still and try to pass it off as the-ay-tuh. (Again, a dig at DTC, where Tigers was given three months of performances to try to convince us of its worth. It didn't.)
No, some of the great new plays are coming from right here, typed at back tables in our own local coffee shops and produced on our stages.
Over the past few months there's been a strong uptick in exciting new work from North Texas playwrights: Steven Walters' Pluck the Day and Eric Steele's Midwest Trilogy at Second Thought Theatre; Larry Herold's The Sports Page at Fort Worth's Stage West; Matthew Posey's Mean, Ex Voto and Morphing at his Ochre House space. Kurt Kleinmann, Jeff Swearingen, Fred Curchack, Isabella Russell-Ides, Andi Allen, Jonathan Norton, Janice Rose, Mark-Brian Sonna, Scott A. Eckert, Thomas Riccio, Donnie F. Wilson, Linda Daugherty, Brad McEntire, Matthew J. Edwards - all local writers of words for live theater, getting scripts up on their feet wherever, whenever they can.
Here's a link to the article... LINK.