2 posts tagged “playwriting”
It's raining again. It seems like whenever it rains I post. Funny, that.
The apartment is almost set up entirely how I want it. Still need to reconfigure the desk and figure out what to do with the spare TV. It's still woefully taking up our sitting area. It's a table, I swear.
I keep having to remind the boyfriend to throw his garbage away into the garbage cans and not leave them just sitting there. Ugh. No matter how old they get, boys are always still little children in some aspects.
I've been getting worried about money lately. It's a tad ridiculous but I've felt like I've been spending as if it were water. Inflation is such a bitch. I swear, all the diners have already updated their menus so everything is $0.25-0.50 more expensive. It doesn't seem like much, but it adds up. I'm exit-polling on Saturday so that should be at least $50 bucks, hopefully closer to $100 though.
I dropped out of my playwriting class. I decided that the screenplay I'm working on is too important to let myself be distracted by theater. We all know what happens when I let theater into my life. I just can't do it. I need as much time for the screenplay, the rest of my homework, and finding a job as possible. I solemnly swear to not let theater take over my life this semester. Amen.
Uh oh. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I guess that's what happens when you go on vacation and come back the busiest, most frantic time frame of the school year. Ah yes, the dreaded time after spring break and before graduation. What a horrible space in time to occupy.
At present, I'm metaphorically dying. Those 21 credit hours have come in to full swing and are effectively kicking my ass. Tech week all this week and all next week for the Festival of New Works is ruining my life. Any free time I once had is gone, and I won't have it back until halfway through April. If I'm lucky.
In the mean time, I dream of Mexico. Not Cancun as most of my demographic would, rather the Valleys of Oaxaco and Mexico, Teotihuacan, and Tenochtitlan. I think about Mount Aconcagua and the Andes. In the past week or two, I've decided full on that I want to do mesoamerican archaeology. I suppose I can relate better to the dead than the living, for what specific reasons I'm unsure. Though were I to pursuit the ethnographer's life, I'd just as well as go to Yemen as Panama. The ethnography on Zibad I'm reading this week I find to be much more interesting than Myerhoff's foray into Venice Beach. I like to think outside myself, beyond myself when it comes to other people.
I find it a little troubling that lately, I've been incredibly excited about my anthropological work, and yet hardly a din about my writing. I'm sure my parents will be thrilled; NYU isn't cheap, and it's not the school you go to flander about changing majors and focuses eight times. I came here with a purpose, but things seem to be changing.
Perhaps this is due to my shift into playwriting. Our concentration intentions are due in a few weeks, and lately I've been leading towards playwriting. An unusual turn of events seeing as I've always been hell bent on screenwriting. And yet, lately the medium has felt to constricting.
I realized today that the screenplay I was writing last semester was actually a play. I had this realization while in Chipotle (I'm there a lot since I'm doing my fieldwork there), and Luke and Sara, who've been with me all year, looked at me when I announced this epiphany and said "Damn." It's a play. It's a goddamn play. No wonder it felt all wrong when I was writing it.
My world is shifting. I'm ready for spring.
