One of the problems with being a writer is the inevitable feeling of “what next?” when you’ve finished something. When Sezze Sun ended I felt like I had accomplished something monumental, but was also ready for a break. And then I had a 4 month writers’ block. I could not come up with a single original idea to write about. Until I was sitting on my couch reading an unpublished manuscript for a job that I didn’t get and came up with a title for a new play: “The Reluctant Lesbian“. And then I got excited and I started planning and scheming and figuring out what that play should be. In the past 6 months I’ve written some of it, I’ve researched a little, but mostly it has sat in my back pocket.
In the meantime, I started the NyLon Fusion Writers Collective and began writing my new play The Tutor. After last night’s reading, I realized that it’s not actually a one-act play, that it needs to be longer and much more fleshed out. I’m not sure I’m capable of writing a one act play, they always seem to be shadows of what they could be, rather than fully formed short pieces.
And then there are my dreams of renting a cottage somewhere with no internet or 3G network and banging out the witty romantic comedy I’ve been throwing around for a year or so.
So maybe ideas are like men and buses. You wait and wait and wait and then 3 arrive at once (the latter part of this analogy usually only rings true in London).
