Sunday, March 24, 2013

DONE!!!

I have hit the wall.  I am 76 days into class and I feel no futher ahead when I came to my first class.  I should be at class 12, but I've missed 3 classes already.  2 due to work, I can't say no to work, because we need money, I'm going to miss another class next week, again due to work, but hopefully that will be the end of it.  In those 76 days that I have supposedely been writing every day.  I have not been doing that because I  am tired of writing.  If I sit down and write more material it, it will just further drown me.  I say drown, because it's more material saying something similiar that I've said before, and just adding to log jam of material. 
I'm supposed to be performing 10 minutes of my show tonight.  I say supposed to because I just broke down.  I have been trying to put the finishing touches on just 10 minutes for the show.  I sat there most of the morning writing and re-writing the same 1 paragraph.  Did you know that 10 minutes of a show is 14 000 words.  When said like that it doesn't seem like a lot, but once you start typing and counting, it's a ton of bricks that is hanging over your head.  It's even worst when you are typing in Word, there is a little word counter in corner. 
I'm at a loss.  I don't know what to do, or how to do it.  When I signed up for the class I felt great, like I was going to get something accomplished.  yet I don't feel very accomplished and I am certainly not having any fun.  Direction is lacking and I feel alone.  Sure there are other people in class with me, but I only see them once a week (when I can make it to class) and the kinship to our mututal goal is short lived.
It's getting late.  I'm going to try and write, maybe I'll make it to the performance tonight.
 
 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Outlines and 1st Drafts

Well, last Tuesday has come and gone and so has the deadline for me to submit my 1st draft.  I have been feeling bad for not writing everyday like I should, but my constant issue of not knowing where to start the play has plagued me and stopped me from moving forward.  I have been improving every week in class, as I don't want to write more material.  Because if I do write anything else, it will  be more of the same story, of which I have enough of.  This story has been nearly 10 years in the making.  ugh!  I hate that realization.  10 years to write a self serving story.  10 years to ponder this thing I call life.  I am now the cliche that I have always dreaded becoming. 
Although, 10 years has given me an opportunity to meet wonderful people who are an integral part in me moving forward.  They are my sounding board, there to hear new ideas, or the same ones regurgitated.   My former writing partner, now my creativity partner and I meet weekly online.  She is my saviour and I cherish our chats. Everyone needs someone to work with, or at least bounce their ideas off of.
Today I've posted my project on Hollywood Fringe.  Take that!  Now I just need something to present.   March will be a month of things being read out loud and presenting material. 
 
In my conversation this week, I've been given some examples of one person show to check out:
 
Writing workshops:
 
Fingers crossed things will work out!