So, the interwebs and blogosphere are abuzz with outrage over the new Martha Stewart interview. Don’t get me wrong. I love Martha Stewart. I LOVE Martha Stewart Living. (Except- again- that one time it was suggested that I spray paint driftwood and nail it to my mantel and I was all like: No, we will not be doing that.) But her claim that bloggers aren’t experts because we’re not “trained editors” with the necessary skill set? COME ON, MARTHA. I will be {Read More}
In Case You Missed It…
Friends, I’ve decided to do a wrap-up post for this week? Why? Let’s break it down: -I’ve been lucky enough to have bunches o’ things posted around the internets…-I’ve been purty awful about the self-promotion of such…-I’ve been super, super warm this week…-Which doesn’t excuse laziness…-But yeah, I’m gonna play that card today. (I’m also pretty terrible at lists.) SO. I call this In Case You Missed It/In Case I Never Told You About It (catchy and passive!): On Friday, my {Read More}
GIRLFRIEND Had A Stellar Opening Weekend, And I Can Exhale.
This weekend’s premiere of Girlfriend was insane. As in, I nearly lost my mind. I had been bandying this play around (in my brain, on paper, to the occasional passerby) since 2008, but had really been hammering out drafts in earnest since last summer. In essence, this play was my baby. My colicky, allergic, and stranger-phobic baby. And the idea that this baby was going off to be seen and
Writers Are Just The Worst.
Last night, I had a deadline. More accurately, last Monday I had a deadline. Now, here’s how I generally work on plays:-IdeaIDEAidea, wouldn’t this be fun? (Four months.)-Plot Out The Things What Happen. Bonus- Add some dialogue which, while not truly belonging anywhere, is wicked funny. (One month.)-Freak out about character development and scrap the whole thing. (One month.)-Realize I am left with nothin’. Bring some people/dialogue back. Write more appropriate-to-nothing funny dialogue. (One month, minus two days.)-Pull two all-nighters and {Read More}
Keely: Television Series Addict.
I’ve always loved my television. The painfully specific- in unwise doses- programming of my television. The type which I consume during times of transition, stress, and/or necessary escapism. The first show I can clearly remember doing this with is Twin Peaks. On a road trip- in a camper, no less- I marathoned nearly the entire series at a downright breakneck pace. It was immediately after I had graduated from college, and saw nothing wrong with losing an entire weekend to {Read More}
Writing Is Not For The Sane.
One of the hardest things about being a playwright is that specific moment when people show up to see what you’ve written. It takes you from that [safe, cozy] time of writing THE most hilarious, THE most witty, and THE most crazy life-changing character interactions… …To that [scary, cold] public forum where you suddenly realize you’ve written THE most trite, THE most confusing, and THE
I’m Sorry, WHAT Was A Weekend?
What do you mean, you need to “shower?” On Friday night, Nora threw up. (Alllll over P.J.) And as we cleaned her- and the kitchen, and the tub, and ourselves- up, I wondered…was this what Friday night had become? Two consecutive Friday nights with undigested pasta, boiling hot faces, and people screaming every two hours… This is the worst discotheque I’ve ever attended. Saturday brought
My Mom Wrote Me An Early Dismissal Note.
“Keely, you’re awesome.””I know, Mom.” There are days when you feel so on top of the world and think that no one can even come close to touching the gigantic lead you’ve got on the rest of the human race… …And then there are the days when you completely disregard the “suggested serving size” for your container of ice cream. For four containers of your ice cream. There are moments where