Next week I will hit Week 26 of this project. Which will mean that I've been doing this project for (Lord help me) half a year. I feel like I need to do something to celebrate. I'm not sure what that is. I think I'm going to print out all my plays thus far because it still doesn't feel real to me. I don't feel like I've written 25 separate plays (26 next week) since the beginning of this year. I need some tangible evidence.
In my previous post, I wrote about how I felt that it was getting harder and harder to write each week. I supposed that my creative well was rapidly drying up. One of my friends (and a playwright himself) Dan Kennedy wrote on my Facebook wall "When the well dries, you begin to be creative." I thought that was a pretty profound observation (thanks Dan.) So this week, I took time out to just sit. And think. And imagine something new. And I did create something. The well, as it turns out, wasn't dry at all. I just had to sit and let things marinate a bit. Week 25's play is Grandpa's New Harley.
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