"BAR CODES" has been sitting a box, in a drawer, in a computer file, taped to the wall, everywhere, for the past seven years. It has been everywhere, except under my finger tips. I need to finish this play!!!!
I'm taking it with me to Ghana. Committing to 2 hours of writing a day, minimum.
Because I know it is fear that is holding me back, keeping me from committing to words.
I was pleased with my play "DOORS".
But can I write another "good" play? Do I really have something original to say, originally?
Creating creation is not easy. But the characters keep yakking away in my head.
I shove their voices back, muffle their noise, shut. them. up. But then they shout,
"TELL MY STORY"
"TELL IT! TELL IT! TELL IT!"
I have five female characters, down from seven.
I killed the male character. Still he's there; in the words and memories of the women.
I combined several of the women.
Personalities still fighting for dominance.
I am trying to hold them together.
I would like to have four characters.
Excess....
A good friend told me that you need to cut the lines you hold onto the most.
This blog, proof to myself that I am writing again.
Writers write.
