OK - I just got totally slammed…personally Mother’s Day through June 11th is always a low point but I’m not sure that’s why.   See at least some background on that with this essay that Momready.com  printed.  Click here for the PDF.

Had a little …And the Two Romeos post partum.   Tried to drag myself out of that by diving into rewriting Birds - my play that is a gritty urban updating of a Grimm Fairy tale but when I think it’s clear the world does not always seem to view it as such.  Hmmm.  So to get the clarity in my head into a simple organized form on the page - HAH!   I am trying to find ways to trick myself into getting it down - part of that is the inevitable detachment necessary, the severing of the emotional ties to the rhythms on the page, and for me always always always not being so worried about hitting the nail on the head but giving the audience more to grip on to.

Why isn’t it easy to do that in life - or on the page?   Detach from those things/people/places/emotions/ that are stopping us from moving forward,  tear it all apart, assess, rebuild stronger/differently/freely.  Writing is rewriting they say.  Is living re-working, reconstructing as well?
Funny how when I’m stuck in one project I may be stuck in all.   I started a new play - 40 some odd pages and I’ve lost my way as to what scene comes next and can’t get restarted.  Can’t get a foothold into this other rewrite - yet - don’t know its new trajectory.  Same with a screenplay I vowed would be reworked by now.  Is it any cooincidence that I can’t read a roadmap without panic in real life?  That I navigate by landmarks?  If I am directionally challenged on the road, am I directionally challenged on the page?

Maybe if I could learn to read a map.