Asleep on a sunbeam When I was boarding my flight out of Austin, I tripped and fell in the walkway to the plane, scraping up my knee. I wouldn't mention it except that I was just looking at my knee, which has nearly healed, and realized that that was a week ago. Holy crap, it's been a busy few days.
Last night, after a tremendous amount of help from a number of lovely people, we completed what I'll optimistically call principle photography on a short about three months in the making. We still have to get the film processed, a process during which anything could go wrong, so let me tell you while I still feel it -- shooting 16mm is AWESOME. If you're the director, at least. Because it's so cheap and easy, DV ends up making me a bit lazy as a filmmaker, but having to think about shots and be conservative in my choices was a great challenge, and one that made me work that much harder. And the whole working experience was incredibly pleasant -- DP Kim and I collaborated really well, and our lead actress was a dream. Now all we have to do is pray that the film comes out. It was ultimately an easy shoot -- but right now, doing it again is an exhausting thought.
The other big news from this weekend is that the one-act I've been working on will be produced this May, as part of 3ofaKind Theater's spring season. I am pretty psyched. Last night the director and I talked about our dream cast, and how I want to do a page 1 rewrite by this Friday. Put it on the list.
Speaking of writing, and per my previous Twitter announcement, I've officially begun blogging for NewTeeVee about online video. It is just like riding a bike. Not that I've ridden a bike anytime recently. I'd probably fall off a bike at this point. And scrap up the other knee. Scabs are hot, right? I thought so.
Just out of curiosity, do you guys like or hate the Twitter updates being fed to this blog? It makes things simpler for me. But it might not be such interesting reading for you.
Now to slap around some book coverage before going for a run and going to my job. And tonight, maybe I'll stay awake long enough to get through a full glass of wine and a full hour of television. We'll see, though.Labels: in which our heroine, online video, projects:dear chelsea, projects:theatre
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{ Thursday, January 24, 2008 }A tough nut to crack Last summer, I had the pleasure of workshopping a one-act with a delightful little theater company here in LA. They have a pretty great system -- every week, you bring in ten pages of a play in progress, and a talented group of actors and directors stage these scenes and offer notes. It was, in the end, a creatively exhilarating experience, and I'm very excited about being able to work with them again this spring.
But the first set of pages are due in two weeks, and I'm not quite sure what exactly I'll be writing. For the past few months, I've assumed that I'll retackle an idea from last year -- one that was meant to be a full-length play, but stalled out around page 60 or so and might benefit from much tighter structure and a page-one rewrite. It's not a brilliant concept, but it's a fun one with a lot of potential for both comedy and drama. I'm a fan of it.
Then, last night, I woke up abruptly. I kept very still, frozen in my usual sleeping position (lights on, arms curled protectively around a book), very much caught in an extremely clicheed Moment of Inspiration... And hoping like hell that it would go away.
See, the idea I woke up with is good. It's really good. Not only is it rich material with tons of opportunity for great characters and conflict, but the constraints of the concept are perfectly suited to a black box one-act. I even had a great idea for how it should end, an ending that didn't pull any punches but still left the audience with a modicum of hope. And it's topical and fresh and I know that if I hear about another playwright getting to it before me, I'll end up punching holes in the wall. So, part of me really wants to do it.
But this idea is also unflinchingly focused on a subject matter that I find incredibly difficult to read about, think about, watch, or discuss. And the same elements that make this a really good idea are the same elements that make me certain I couldn't phone it in -- I'd have to fully commit, do the research, dig into character development, or it'd just be the worst piece of crap. I know it's good to face your fears, but am I really ready to commit to six weeks, minimum, of this topic? Is this something I'm prepared to confront fully?
The last time this happened to me, I ended up writing a pretty decent play about the apocalypse. And that alone should be reason enough to at least take a stab at the opening, see if this is something I'm actually up for.
So, this entry is just me talking myself into that first step. But I'd like to hear if you guys have any insight. How did it go for you, the last time you did something that scared you?Labels: projects:theatre
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