“You can’t run but you can drive
Away from home on 95
To where the sun is hot
And the bars are dives
And you can’t escape
But you’re still alive”
I celebrated the 4th by writing 22 pages of Perse, and could easily finish the play tonight if company wasn’t calling. There’s going to be a fair amount of rewriting once the first draft is done, but momentum is key to this play, and I’m really feeling it.
I’m also having fun writing the songs that Perse sings, like the little ditty sampled above. The play is practically a musical, though not in the usual sense of the word.
Since my last entry, Dark Matter received a reading at Penobscot Theatre, which due to my insane schedule, I was sadly unable to attend. However, the word is there was a spirited discussion afterwards, and I’m looking forward to seeing the transcript of that.
Finally, I also approved a copy edit of Presents, a play being illustrated and published by the amazing folks at Carrier Pigeon. It feels like I’m settling into a solid post-Ajax in Iraq writing groove, and not a moment too soon, with two more plays to copy edit for publication, a small rewrite on Dark Matter, a moderate size one on The Hand That Moves, and Perse and After Earth calling.