Sunday, October 19, 2014

Reading Without Her Glasses

Seen Reading:

On a recent flight from Washington, D.C. to New York City, a well-aged fashionista in a tailored black and tan cardigan, black slacks and shiny penny loafers read across the aisle from me for the duration of the flight.  Her tortoise-shell reading glasses were perched on top of her head rather than on her nose.  She had straight gray bobbed hair and red lipstick.  A gold chunky statement necklace graced her slender neck.  Occasionally, she would gasp, which caught my attention.  What was she reading?

John Sandford's Deadline (a Virgil Flowers novel)

Seen anyone reading in public lately?

Friday, October 10, 2014

Still Here. Still Writing. Still Striving.

It's fall in Indiana.  Today is one of those days that people don't speak of: cold, drizzly, windy and gray.  Winter is in the air but not quite here. I was recently gifted with poet daffodils and grape muscari. Both will be a lovely addition to the flowerbeds. I need to get out in the yard and plant them now for spring flowers.  But it may have to wait for the drizzle to end.  (Thank you generous friend!)

Another dear friend recently reminded me that success is perseverance through failure.  Thank you for that too.  For every acceptance, I can hold up both hands and count each finger for the number of failures that came in between.  (Sometimes, I have to count my toes too.)

It's a funny business, writing.  Just when I think I have a handle on what the world changes.  But I keep writing.  Keep editing.  Keep revising.  Keep sending the work out into the universe.

Many times, the universe says no.  But once in a while, it says, YES!  

Like those bulbs I need to plant now, submissions need to be sent.  Even though typically, I have to wait months for any news.  So if you're wondering what I'm up to, know that I am still here.  Still writing.  Still striving.  Waiting for acceptance to bloom.

What's new with you?

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Collaborators on Board!

More details are below about the production of my ten-minute play, The Mother Problem.  If you didn't catch my last post, it will be produced in New York City with Thespian Production, as a part of their Halloween Festival, "Pumpkins, Poison and Plays...Oh, My!"  I am so delighted!

Director:  Kathe Mull


Gerald: Bruce Jones
Mother: Jean Scales
Sylvie: Molly Makselan
Herman: Connor Smith

I am looking forward to seeing what they do with the script.  Break a leg, guys!  Thank you, Thespian Production, for this opportunity!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Pumpkins, Poison and Plays...Oh, My!

In the summer of 2013, I took a playwriting class at the Indiana Writers Center with instructor, Andrew Black.  Challenged to write a ten-minute play for Halloween, I devised a Twilight Zone inspired piece called, The Mother Problem, about a man, a Ouija board and a pesky ghost mother.

I am happy to announce that the play will be produced in New York in October.  Thespian Production had a call out for Halloween plays last spring.  I sent off, The Mother Problem, in hopes that it would find a home.  And it has.  It will be one of the short plays in their showcase, "Pumpkins, Poison and Plays...Oh, My!"

The show runs October 16th through the 18th at the Joria Mainstage Theater, 260 West 36th Street, 3rd floor, New York, New York.

I am SO excited to see this story go from page to stage.  Thank you, Thespian Production!

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Islands Are Flying

Whoop!  Whoop!  Good news!

One of my poems, Early Dreams of Telepathy, has been published in the Indiana Writers Center's online journal, Flying Island.  Check it out!

(I wrote it for old people.  Like me.  Who've lived through multiple changes in technology.)

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Escaping to Another Destination

Seen Reading:

Last week, an Indian girl, early twenties, in a red peasant blouse, black capri pants and wide strapped sandals, sat at a side table, early evening, inside Yotopia, a frozen yogurt shop in Iowa City, Iowa.  Her long thick curly black hair was pulled back in a low-slung ponytail.  Her eyes focused only on the book as the shop was busy with many customers coming and going.  What kept her attention so well?

Under the Jeweled Sky by Alison McQueen. (A historical novel set in India.)

Seen anyone reading in public lately?

Monday, July 14, 2014

Pianos on the Street

I have been on a journey.  One that led to Iowa City, Iowa.  For the University of Iowa's Iowa Summer Writing Festival.  I stepped out of my comfort zone and into the unknown.  All by myself. 

I am still processing the experience, happy to have done something so brave for this introvert.  One of the lovely surprises, and there were many, were pianos on the street.  Decked out in various ways.  Available for anyone to play.

I saw the first one on Monday but the street was too busy and I...just walked on by.  But on Thursday morning, tired from a lack of sleep, waiting for a one on one meeting with my instructor, I sat down and played.  I didn't notice if the street was busy.  I didn't care. 

What a strange sensation to hear music drift into the open air.  A robin stopped and perched on the lid to listen, cocking her head from time to time.  What a wonderful feeling to have a gentle breeze accompany me while my fingers danced on well-worn keys.

Life is full of surprises if you step out of your comfort zone.  Go on.  Take a chance.  There might be a piano at your final destination.  There might be music in the air.  A song that will buoy you up and keep you going.  (In my case, it calmed my nerves, making the one on one meeting one I'll never forget.)

Have you challenged yourself to try something new lately?