I had the opportunity to hike and travel through parts of Colorado and New Mexico last month, staying with friends and family along the way. The trip culminated in a kind of writers’ retreat in Albuquerque where I stayed in a house on the corner of a memorable scene in Breaking Bad.
But I digress (a little). I was able to focus on a few creative projects while I was out there, with the luxury of a few days without responsibilities to travel from coffee house to coffee house.
These are things I worked on:
- A reworking of a play I wrote over a decade ago which had a workshop at Abingdon Theatre in NYC called INHERITANCE (which I’m submitting to a local workshop opportunity in late spring)
- The beginning (23 pages) of a new play, ostensibly about climate change, tentatively called THE PACT
- Revisiting a prose piece that I’ve been tweaking for years, which continues to haunt me
- Rehearsing my lines for a performance piece I just finished at Hyde Park Theatre (which I’ll talk more about in the next post)
- Reading a play by friend Raul who was a featured writer/panelist at Marfa’s inaugural theater fringe festival (and deciding whether to play a role in the play or not)
So not bad. I’m hoping the new play (THE PACT) ends up having legs, and I’m hoping to be a part of next year’s Marfa festival (I couldn’t make this year’s at the last minute). Then there are those other pieces that continue to bubble around.
That is all. I’d love to do this kind of thing more often. Coming back to reality (going to work in particular) is Hard. I still haven’t quite figured out how to make life work without a 9-to-5er. Any day now, I’m sure.