Were you one of those students who left things to a last frantic all-nighter?
Coffee drenched, head aching, buttocks cramping, fingers clenching a pen, agonising your way towards some unreasonable word count. Yes, a more brutally efficient use of your time – provided you want that time to be an agonising scar on your psyche, constantly wishing you’d started weeks ago.
It’s an approach I’ve largely brought to my writing.
So, there’s this play idea I’ve been kicking around.
For quite some time.
Started in a typical burst of enthusiasm, it’s been shelved, pondered about, twiddled with, then finally drawered under “Must Get Back to One Day, May Actually Be Sh!t”. My filing system is really quite specific.
Then a friend suggested doing something for Perth Fringe Festival. The instinct to rehash some past glory was tempting. That one where I got nude? The one where that other person got nude? The one play of mine where no one gets nude?
Then I gave the old play idea a read, to be pleasantly surprised it wasn’t as rubbish as feared. A few ideas came instantly to mind, a striking visual gag or two, a potential ending … suddenly it all seemed quite doable.
Not that this translated into any actual doing, but it was back on my radar.
Admittedly, the sort of radar an air traffic controller gives an occasional indolent glance over the newspaper at, but a definite blip.
What I really needed was a deadline …
In one of those motivated New Year moods, I managed to get one.
Blak Yak granted me a provisional date of October. Possible dramaturgy assistance. Possible Stage Direction training. A couple of potential venues. Actors for an early play reading around late April or so.
Even I liked the sound of the play I pitched to them.
If only it was actually finished.
So, how to get it done? Maybe some form of public accountability … ?
Back in my geeky young years, as distinct from my geeky adult years, computer gaming magazine Zzap64 featured “Diary of a Game”, wherein some oily bedsit type with scruffy hair would document the travails of coding a video game. Why not try the same approach for an independent theatre production? I have the oil. I have the scruff. And hopefully, I have a play.
So here it is, folks, the start of a journey.
- TENSION! Can the idle playwright overcome his procrastination to pen something vaguely presentable by first read-through?
- CONFLICT! Will the playwright assume directorial duties for a full-length play despite the prevailing notion that writers should do no such thing?
- CRINGE! Will there be backstage hijinks and melodrama of dodgy Alan Ayckbourn cosy middle-class comedy proportions?
- COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT! Are there enough creative commons pictures out there to populate and distract for an entire series of distinctly over-written blogs?
NEXT TIME: Structural deficits and misconceptions – the horror of the first draft
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