So. Okay. My life has become an open blog.
Ya see, it's like this; here I am, it's evening, and I'm looking thru my sorry collection of partially completed plays. Don't you have things like this? These are ideas that seemed pretty good at the time, but never really went anywhere. But I still keep 'em, work on 'em once in awhile, and have the hope that one or more in this collection of fish on the beach is just napping.
In fact, I just down-loaded a couple into my computer, opened one, and closed it after page one. Nothing here was giving me any kind of buzz. I immediately switched to writing this post because I couldn't wait to tell you what I'm doing. Or maybe I'm writing to you in order to avoid ... well, you know what I'm avoiding.
I guess maybe I should explain something to you. I mean, you know me pretty well by now, but you might not know this - I know the answer to one of the great questions about writers - why do we write? Personally, I write because I truly enjoy writing. It's not some deep secret - pretty simple, really. All this time you've been wondering, and I would have given you the answer if you had asked. But nobody ever asked. Why is that, do you suppose?
Anyway, I really did hope to finish an old play before starting a new one. And that's not true at all. I've got a new idea in mind, and I can hardly wait to get the first part of it down on paper.
And that's why my life is an open blog. I've never told anyone about a new play until I'm usually 15 or 20 pages into it, so this is a first for me.
The story - as much as I have - goes something like this. The main character is a cartoonist, and he's constantly driving his girl friend crazy because he lives the plots to his cartoons. I dunno. It sounded better before I wrote it down. But I'm gonna work on it, and you are now a part of the process from the very beginning. We cool with that? I hope so.
I even have a title - BUCK BUNNY RIDES AGAIN!
What do ya think?
On my own, with all of my falls.
3 years ago