Simon writes something
A few months ago, I wrote three short plays for a local playwriting competition, "The Logues" (which consists of monologues and duologues). One of them fell into the territory of "I don't know what the ending is for this play, so let's just put something in there so it's at least finished" and it didn't get through the heats. The other two got through to the finals.
Anyway, one of the fundamental rules of writing you learn everywhere is "sometimes, you need to write the stupid version of something first". If you know what the next bit is and you know where you need to get to, but not necessarily how you're going to get there, fill something in first just so you've got it. Which is good advice for making sure you've finished something, and everything is just rewrites but sometimes... well, if you're a lazy rewriter like I am, it can lead to you suddenly watching two people perform lines that aren't quite right. The annoying thing is that, due to the nature of the competition, I wasn't able to provide them with any rewrites after I'd seen it to fix the ugly bits...
Anyway, I won nothing but the pleasure of seeing my own work performed. And ... bluntly, that was enough of a reward. It was a bit strange to see things that possibly were more personal than I thought they were flashed around to around 150 people over the course of the weekend, but ... well, that's what writing is for, probably...
Anyway, one of the fundamental rules of writing you learn everywhere is "sometimes, you need to write the stupid version of something first". If you know what the next bit is and you know where you need to get to, but not necessarily how you're going to get there, fill something in first just so you've got it. Which is good advice for making sure you've finished something, and everything is just rewrites but sometimes... well, if you're a lazy rewriter like I am, it can lead to you suddenly watching two people perform lines that aren't quite right. The annoying thing is that, due to the nature of the competition, I wasn't able to provide them with any rewrites after I'd seen it to fix the ugly bits...
Anyway, I won nothing but the pleasure of seeing my own work performed. And ... bluntly, that was enough of a reward. It was a bit strange to see things that possibly were more personal than I thought they were flashed around to around 150 people over the course of the weekend, but ... well, that's what writing is for, probably...