Monday, March 17, 2003

I've been reading plays. Specifically, excerpts of plays that my friend John is writing.

I've only ever been able to write short stories and screenplays. Stage is totally beyond me - a fact that never deterred me when I was younger, but then I never wrote anything good. Now I'm finding myself wanting to tackle a play, even though my brain just doesn't wrap around the concept of a single set. (And yes, I understand that sets can be changed; what I mean is that the stage is it - all there is to work with.)

All of this pondering is serving only to remind me that I haven't actually written anything in ages. Now I am depressed.