Mercena’s First Flux Season Vote

(Why am I naming days?) 9/17/14, Day 14,015 (Mercena Day 33): Mercena’s First Flux Season Vote After feeling overwhelmed on her 32rd day, her 33rd day marked a big breakthrough. She became markedly more comfortable with the Eat/Activity/Sleep pattern laid out by The Baby Whisperer, and within that pattern, she had much more happy, engaged awake time. And that was a […]

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Journal, 07/02/12

“FEEHAN: Or maybe…maybe she does offer him a cigarette. And when he turns, she’s not sure. Maybe it’s him, maybe it isn’t, it’s been a long time, and whoever this guy is, he’s been beat up by the world, and this dame, she’s been beating things up, so they think, but they don’t know. He takes the cigarette, they smoke in silence.” On June 2nd, I finished Encryption and then fell deep into preparation for the TCG National Conference. However, I managed to eke out some odd hours to work on a new play called Tidal Devices that I’m writing for Sol Crespo and Rachael Hip-Flores (they’re not lovers this time). Yesterday, I wrote 9 more pages to get past the half-way hump, and so it looks like I’ll have at least four new plays to work at the Flux retreat. Encryption is an interesting play for me, closely mirroring Perse in structure mixed elements of Denny and Lila, but without quite reaching the darkness of those two plays (though it does get plenty dark). It is a more comic variant of the haunted, first-person narrative, meta-theatrical confessional story that I seem driven to write every few plays. Tidal Devices is a deliberate break from that. As I wrote some months back, I want to push myself out of that comfort zone by writing through other people’s plays that I admire. The first attempt at that was The Fields of […]

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Journal, 5/31: Only What I Mean

ME Sometimes I like to think that I am a small pot of water and all my passing days are the heat beneath me and I am beginning to simmer I am turning into steam and one day soon I will become the air: still myself, only everywhere. Only what I mean by water is my body and by steam, I mean words, and by everywhere, I mean you. This poem came to me in almost this exact form while on the way for my late afternoon coffee.  It is in some ways a variation on the theme of the gorgeous ending of Song of Myself by the goodly Walt, and more directly inspired by Stanley Kunitz’s Passing Through: “gradually I’m changing to a word…” Still, I think there is something uniquely my own that I’ve been trying to say for some time that is now said exactly right in the poem above. There was a reading of the thick middle of Encryption at the Reverie Writer’s Group, and I was surprised by how well it clipped along and held everyone’s attention. I think after DEINDE I’m extra-sensitive of my inclination to fully explore character and idea at the expense of plot, but at least after this reading, no one named a section that felt slow or unnecessary, even with my prompting. Still, there was something that wasn’t feeling right about the play until seven pages this morning, when the […]

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