I, the Writer
A writer who writes. A playwright and novelist.
I attended UNLV where I received my MFA in Playwriting, studying with Julie Jensen and Davy Marlin-Jones. While there, I was a producer at Cafe Copioh, where the Playwriting colony did ten minute plays every month to raise money for our own works and various projects. I was also President of Poor Playwright's Theatre. Impressed? I of course had my BA before that from Eastern Oregon University, a lovely little school nestled in the gorgeous Swiss Alps-like serenity of Northeastern Oregon. And like all other people right now with MFA's, I'm working anywhere but in my field. Dog pounds, Special Ed, nursing homes, psychic hotlines, buffet cook, blackjack dealer. I was living in the Springfield/Eugene, Oregon area, but due to the crazy insane hippie/hillbilly mix of humans, and the gloomy rainy miasma, I came back to the dry, dusty hills of my birth, Vale, Oregon. And then pushed off again, this time to Southern California, or SoCal, I know, how precious, and was living in the Antelope Valley, an hour from Los Angeles. But due to fate, the economy and the antics of my landlady, I am, for now, once again back in Oregon. I worked with at-risk teens, in a group home. I was also a tutor, after getting some more fingerprints done, my third set while in California.
I am published, in a ten minute anthology, Ten Ten Minute Plays, Volume Two–The Next Mrs. Jacob Andersen. Another short play, The Care and Feeding of Baby Birds, has been included in Ten Ten Minute Plays, Volume Three. The Next Mrs. Jacob Anderson was also recently turned into a short film, directed by Dennis LaValle, and will soon make the Film Festival rounds, starting at the 2010 SoCal Film Festival in Huntington Beach. Traces of Memory, another ten minute, was produced at Theatre West in LA, and is also about to go on tour as a short film. It's also enjoyed numerous productions, from Canada to Spain, and was featured at the Houston Fringe Festival. Another brief play, Cinnamon Rainbow, was part of Potluck Productions 13th Annual Women's Playwriting Festival in Kansas City, MO, and this same little play will be produced in the UK, by Nick Brice, TBA later, of course. Spear, a full length, was a semi-finalist in a playwriting contest out of Lancaster, PA. Also, Interviews with Loneliness played this last December in Australia. A new full-length called The Mermaids had a staged reading last November in North Hollywood, at the NoHo [ NoHo stands for North Hollywood, another precious Southern California shortening of names ] Actor's Theatre. January 2010, I yet again got to do some acting in Homokay's Medea, at the Underground Theatre on Sunset and some tiny twisty street.. This past June, I wrote the screenplay for The Last, a short film shot for the i-48, the Idaho film competition held in Boise. I also taught at the annual arts camp in Vale, as well as was the featured guest artist at the Children's Film Festival, also in Vale, where I did a crash course in filmmaking. I am now beginning work on a one-woman show entitled, for now, Pretty in the Dark. Have also just finished the first draft of a novel, called Cue the Violins. Also, Jason Figgis turned Traces of Memory into a short film, which will play this summer at the Galway Short Day Film Festival in June. And my Mating Season of Flying Monkeys just got accepted to The Women's Theatre Project's 2011 third Annual Girl Play Lesbian Festival in Florida.
What else, oh, not married, not even a cat, planning on maybe getting a goldfish but even that in this economy is a risky venture.
I attended UNLV for that mythical MFA in Playwriting, which means I work a lot of Special Ed part-time jobs. I also got a BA in Theatre from Eastern Oregon U. I have my bloodborne-pathogen training and behavior management stuff down pat. I mostly just write and send off stuff, write and send off stuff. While in China, have been teaching dance and music, ESL, theatre, history, and writing.
As if there was a choice in this! I write to save the world and baby seals!! Uh, no. It's been a compulsion, a fever, a fire, a disease, a plague, a wonder, a salvation, a tool, useful on job applications and court summons, and generally made me wish I'd been gifted with chemistry or sociopathic banking skills as they at least pay a salary once in a while. I tend to write for women, as I am, last time I checked, female. Light, fluffy, positive, no way, can't do it, can't write it with a straight face.
Yeats comes to mind. Sam Shepherd. Isabel Allende lately. Yann Martel. Molly Ivins for her quick wits. Flannary O'Connor. A host of others, I read all the time, in all genres. I like Jennifer Weiner's stuff. Julie Taymore, I remember her puppet stuff from way way back shown on PBS. Barb Kingsolver. Robin McKinley!
I make deadlines when I have them. I can rewrite like nobody's business. I can kill all my precious beloveds, as one writer advised other writers to do. Being a playwright mostly, I can work well in the collaboration process. I deal well with criticism and use it. Marketing, it well reaches a bigger audience for your work, hello.
None as of yet, am not at that level.
As mentioned– Ten Ten Minute Plays, Volume Two and Three, and Traces of Memory and other short plays.
Those posted are– the first half of my novel, Cue the Violins, and two short plays, The Mating Season of Flying Monkeys, and The Care and Feeding of Baby Birds, as well as part of A Man, a Girl and a Dog, a novel. Just added a short story, The Ghost of Bird and another short play, Red Lights.
Right now, am on a short-story writing binge, well, not so much as binge as nibbling at a plate of celery once in a while. Wrote and finished stories about a ghost bird, a mermaid act in Bangkok and a man with a totally useless superpower. The Ghost of Bird, the Mermaid of Bangkok and Three Years from Now. Also started a short play about radical feminists who kidnap a Senator, why not. Need to get back to A Man, A Girl and a Dog, a novel I started a while back when I still lived full-time in the US of A.
People are making films of my short plays– Traces of Memory seems the big popular subject with more than a few. One student filmmaker is even tackling my brother/sister kiddie porn play, called King Leer. I look at puppy pictures instead of doing any sort of meaningful work, even when at work. I've been asked to sing a Celine Dion song with a student here and am going to Xian to see the terracotta warriors. My ticket back to the States is a done deal, only four airports!!