I always hate posting these posts. But it’s true. I don’t really have anything to say. Ray Bradbury died, which is no good, but that’s about all I have on that. In political news, the one thing I saw that caught my eye through the day was a teenaged radio host being a prat about gay people and likely being ultimately hypocritical… but I feel I’ve covered that topic a lot in the past month. Or week. It’s been brought up several times is my point.
And I’m also trying to devote some time to the final drive toward finishing my play. I thought it’d be done last Saturday, but that doggone internet game “Paladog” distracted the mess out of me. Still, I like the symbolism of finishing tomorrow or Friday. I looked it up on Wikipedia… The 63rd Tony Awards were held on June 7, 2009. That was the first (and only) Tony show I watched all the way through. It was a Sunday, and the next day was Vacation Bible School, which I was volunteering for at my church. That was the day the idea of “Camp Gethsemane” hit me, and on June 8, I started to write the characters and plot.
It’s been three years, pretty much to the day… and I’m definitely going to finish this first draft either tomorrow or Friday. No doubt in my mind about that. If not tomorrow, then I will cut myself off from the internet on Friday until it’s complete.
It will still need polishing, I’m sure. I have no idea if it’s any good. When you read William Shakespeare and Henrik Ibsen plays, you tend to doubt your own writing abilities. Plus, this is my first play. There will be editing needed. Things cut. It sits at almost 80 pages, which may be waaaaaaaaaay too many when everything is said and done. Possibly. But the first draft is almost done. After that, I can hold a workshop/reading of the play, allowing me to hear it from the mouths of others and get a sense of timing for the show. Get some opinions as well. And then I work it and work it until it’s production ready.
After that? We’ll see. So goodnight for now, friends. Hopefully, tomorrow I will have some happy news.
…and if not then, then Friday. I refuse to let the significance of the date pass me by.