we did two days of workshopping on the show this week.
My stay in the manor motel did wonders for igniting a re-write. (Thank you Southampton!)
I was able to come to the workshop ready to write more. In case ya’ll don’t know what a workshop entitles here you go:
-Director. the amazing Jeannette Lambermont Morey. She essentially runs the workshop and acts as a dramaturg ( I had to look up the definition of a dramaturg. )
Dramaturgy: The art of writing and producing plays. (princeton’s def.) IVY LEAGUE! Whatwhut!
She asks alot of questions. hard ones. “why do you want to write this?” “what are you trying to say?” questions that i mostly try to answer out of some high school ingrained trait where i feel i have to answer every question posed to me AND get it right…usually after i mutter and stammer for a few moments she’ll say…you know, you don’t have to answer that. Fucking EH!
She helps shape the script into actable form.
Three actors: Catherine Fitch, Laura Schutt and Roger Bainbridge. Amazing all. They are integral because they’ll let me know if the words sound funny coming out of their mouths and if the general story has points that don’t make sense or big holes or weird archaic references to death metal that no ones gonna get.
So i listened and i wrote and i went home and wrote and drank wine and came back the next day and listened while they improved (that would be the art of doing improv- they had nothing to improve upon. they were great) and made notes and hummed and hawed and drank too much coffee.
and after ten hours of that. i have a brandly new re-worked play. based on the old story but told a different way.
huzzah! things be moving up.
Now onto planning our fundraiser. (which the mere thought of makes me go into anxiety provoked digestive failure. too much information? i don’t even give a care)