Remember when I said that I felt like I manifested this teaching opportunity. Well, I went back and refined the syllabi that I had created. I now have six syllabi that detail exactly what I would teach next year from soup to nuts. And now I'm done.
I have to surrender it. I have done everything I can.
I have this play rewrite I'm working on. I have it all worked out. Outlined. I have been struggling with it for the past month. Which is why it has been easier to write these syllabi and think about lesson plans. But I have to let that go.
I have to write. I have taken enough time away from it. I finished my rewrite of the pilot three weeks ago.
I wrote the first 30 or so pages of the play rewrite. I should be proud of that. But, of course, I think I'm moving too slow. I always think that I'm moving too slow. I wrote a really good polished pilot this year so far. I have a great play that I'm tearing apart and reworking. I have another great play that I want to rewrite for a reading this summer.
But I've been writing syllabi. However, even that is writing. Coming up with a concept for a class that I want to teach.
So it's not like I'm not doing anything. I'm doing a ton. But it would be nice to have this play done by the end of the month, so I can work on the next one.
I'm rewriting everything this year. This is the rewrite year.
Last year, I wrote a new play and three new pilots. You could say four because the idea for one of them was a totally different pilot and concept last year. So I kind of have two different versions of the same idea. Two of those pilots never made it past the first draft. Both I want to take another shot at this year.
I might not even start anything new this year. I have a lot of rewriting to do. That's fine because I want polished work.
I have no new plays I really want to write. I have a musical I'm supposed to write with a friend. And I have a few half ideas. But I do have two screenplays I want to write. Two ideas that I think are really good. But other than that, I have nothing in the play department.
It's the rewrite year. I'm rewriting myself this year. If this teaching job happens, it will be a major rewrite of my life. Big time.
Last year I was writing new stuff because I was trying to outrun my pain. My Dad was dying and I needed distractions. I wrote wildly and prolifically. Now I'm taking those things I wrote and refining them. They are taking better shape.
My life is taking better shape. I'm going back to something that I was working on before and reworking it. It's all a metaphor for my life.
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