this entry is only to update.
��������� �����amazing, the process of writing.in fits, spits, and spurts, the words dribble out, like an empty ketchup bottle being shaken angrily by your father at a memorial day picnic. it's been two weeks since i began work on the previous entry - which, by the way, is mainly for the playwriting class - turned into a one-act. which wasn't long enough to sustain the main action. it might also end up being a short story, or a road play. Bone will not be going away anytime soon. the raven-jackal of the navajo .. i need to do some research & visit a desert.
so from the desert to the shores of the ocean, in (north carolina / rhode island) etc, something like that. and a hurricane oncoming. it feels good to plunge myself into the thick glue of words again, but it's in such a prosaic form - trying to get back into dialogue. need to write a ten-minute play for the prompts given to us by dr. stump a week or so ago ... not paying attention to the frivolity of their natures, paying attention to my own play, trying to help it out, boost it up the ladder ...
i remember writing in wayless.diaryland, a long time ago, about warm ginger ale ... a hark back to that, and the horrific taste of the stuff. outside, it's faintly windy, the trees are shifting, and i have yet to hear back about romeo & juliet ... i'm all keyed up and knotted. heartburn today as i started to lose my voice. the windows are open in the room, and i'm still awake, even though i know i have a class at -- 9.30, i think it is ... typing furiously, pecking at the keys, drowning this play out in a rush of voice and hysteria ... i have a plot, and now the hard part comes ... i need to WRITE it.
apologies for the scarcity of these entries. the rehearsals for macbeth - which come along quite nicely - are nightly from seven to ten, and we're nearly done blocking the entire show. on top of that, i'm writing, memorizing lines, and working in the box office. on top of that, i'm maintaining a genial amount of sanity and trying to uphold a vague sense of dignity - i am eating better, but the thirst for physical activity continues to thrum. i think i will start running again, just around campus. dunno when, though. if i ever have time or impetus to do so ...
bed starts to look really inviting. and the thoughts of very attractive women spiralling around in my turgid thoughts - that looks even better. too bad most of it is tainted with the trepidation of playwriting ... this play, the hurricane, the lighthouse beam -
gah. sorry this sucked. more later.