so much of writing *for me* is just like: build a house. take it apart. use some of the raw materials to build a new house. rearrange the rooms. retile the whole thing. repaint the whole thing. decide you're too tired to tear it down. chop off a third of the house. live in it.
I used to think the worst anxiety a playwright had was "will I ever have another idea (for a play)?"
Now I know it's, "will I be able to wrestle this play to the ground and finish it?"
Writing is re-writing the first three pages 100 times and then the last page is like "pee poo beep beep they sing happy birthday and ride dick-shaped cars into the ocean"
HIM: "Are you directing the play?"
ME: "No"
HIM: "Oh, so you just wrote it"
Yeah pal, I JUST wrote it. I JUST spent weeks, months, years coming up with the story & the characters, plotting it, structuring it, writing all the dialogue, re-drafting it and the rest. JUST. Fuck you.
Writing is...
• opening your laptop and then closing it again
• typing with one hand because you're also eating a snack
• being ferociously in love with your story bUT ALSO terrified you do not have the skills to do it justice
Queer eye but five published authors who surprise you by showing up at your door to read your manuscript and each focus on a specific element to critique (I.e. voice, characters, pacing)