Long Winded Elations
I recently organized a reading of my play. Two people fell asleep. I take full responsibility. My goal for the next reading is that only one person falls asleep.
Lofty dreams aside, I would rather stick needles in my eyes than keep re-writing. This always happens when I get too entrenched in a writing project…I eventually want to bail. Seriously, though, who am I kidding? When in life do I not want to bail? It’s just easier to bail on something that garners no income and that the world could live without than say…I don’t know…rent.
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They would keep working.
Did Tennessee Williams ever say to himself, “Well, I know this Stanley Kowalski character and Blanche DuBois have some falling out…but I’m just so damn burned out of this story…how ’bout I have Stella just push Blanche in front of a speeding streetcar, and I call it a day?” Did F. Scott Fitzgerald ever say to himself, “Do I really need to make a statement on the loss of the American dream…would it kill anyone if Gatsby just cashed in his drug money, bought a yacht, and took off with Daisy to Mexico? ” Did Shakespeare ever consider having Hamlet go to therapy get his shit together, kill his stepfather, and take his rightful place on the throne?
No….these writers stuck it out through the abyss because they wanted to unveil and expose the dark underpinnings of the collective unconscious. So what if they all drank themselves into a coma in the process? Who said that alcoholism doesn’t yield anything positive?
Just for today, I’m inspired to continue writing.
I’m really enjoying your blog. I’m at the same point in my manuscript – the battering-ram point, where a wall needs to be broken down and a story built from the debris. I’m going to remember your ‘just keep working’ mantra.
Or I’ll drink gin and try to channel F. Scott Fitzgerald. It could go either way.
Thank you, Averil! I have been trying to channel F. Scott Fitzgerald for twenty years…I think drinking helps.