Friday, January 07, 2005

Friday, January 7, 2005
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Somewhat sunny and reasonably mild

Five and a half pages on Ransagh last night. Five and a half GOOD pages. The piece is building the way I hoped it would. Beyond what I hoped it would. It takes conventions and then turns them inside out. If I can make steady progression, I can have a first draft by the end of the spring. "Ransagh" is a real world – it’s Manx, the language of Cornwall. And if you want to know what it means, you’re going to have to look it up!

Surfed too many blogs. Found one guy – boy, I bet he wishes I’d never turned up. He asked for words he could “image” over the next few days. He asked that they be interesting. Don’t know if he’ll think they are, but my suggestions were “funeral urn”, “moose house” and “sea of delight”.

Of course, now I have to go back to his blog and see what he comes up with, should he choose my words. I have some definite images in my head for each of these – it will be interesting to see the contrast by someone with a completely different frame of reference.

The burn is healing nicely. I have skin again! Very exciting. Amazing how you take for granted something as ordinary as skin until something happens. I still keep it covered when I go out, because it’s very tender when something bashes into it.

Looks like the workshop in Mass. will happen in February. I’m looking forward to it. I will post details when it’s finalized.

Will try to get some work done on Widow’s Chamber before I have to leave for day work. There’s a put-in rehearsal for new cast members – two of them leads – so it will be more chaotic over at Wicked then usual.

I am so tired of my downstairs neighbor’s very loud television on from 8 AM until 2 AM every day. I’m sorry for her loneliness and wish there was a way I could help appease it without opening the door to constant interruption. A simple request does no good.

Caught myself fretting over submissions last night, in a frenzy to submit in order to have more in the pipeline rather than taking the time to do better market match ups. I feel as though I’m way behind – when, in reality, I’m not at all. I have a solid list for this month – I don’t have to worry about sneaking in extras. I have a plan – I need to trust in it. I have to balance the needs of the new work with the needs of the older work.

At least a half a dozen ideas for plays wafted through my brain and were dismissed. Nothing needs to be written, and when it comes to plays, if there’s not that incapacitating desire for the tale to be told, it falls by the wayside. I need and want to get back to playwrighting, but it can’t be anything pedestrian.

I’ll know it when it consumes me.

I was recently exposed to an artist’s work that I find quite interesting. Once I have the house, I think I will purchase one of his collages and hang it in the library (which will be my writing room). It will be the only unquiet piece in the room. And I will hang it there because his collages remind me of the inside of my brain when I’m creating.



At 3:30 PM, Blogger Michelle Miles said...

I looked it up. At first, I looked at the wrong word (rassagh) and was shocked. Then I realized it was wrong. heheh

At 7:32 PM, Blogger Debra Young said...

Just a note to say Congratulations! on Widow's Chamber being chosen as Editor's Choice at KIC. I'm at #9 of Tapestry and enjoying it; WC will be next on my reading list. d:)


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