Friday, May 31, 2019
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Maybe She is a Goldilocks Among her Literary Genres
Imagine a writer, thinking herself into insanity. Trying one thing after another-too hot, too cold. Waiting until she can find the thing that is Just Right:
"Okay, so at one point after college, I realized I was a Writer-I had always identified myself as one, always did research and readings, kept a journal, etc-but I realized I hadn't WRITTEN.
So I literally began at my beginning.
I started doing Blogs. And Plays. And Short Stories. TV Pilots, Novels. And lately, I've also started doing Satire. Short pieces which focus on humor, on a good idea that gets developed-and also gets workshopped among you and your closest writing partners.
New York has hosted several of my pieces, and I've been proud to help others bring theirs forward (helping to produce is helping to pay it forward in your own "work")
Everything feels natural to each of the medium (media), but it's about persistence. And if something is not working, not breaking through, I'm willing to try the NEXT GENRE-the next pattern of storytelling. Because it IS all the same urge, just coming out in different frames and formats."
"Okay, so at one point after college, I realized I was a Writer-I had always identified myself as one, always did research and readings, kept a journal, etc-but I realized I hadn't WRITTEN.
So I literally began at my beginning.
I started doing Blogs. And Plays. And Short Stories. TV Pilots, Novels. And lately, I've also started doing Satire. Short pieces which focus on humor, on a good idea that gets developed-and also gets workshopped among you and your closest writing partners.
New York has hosted several of my pieces, and I've been proud to help others bring theirs forward (helping to produce is helping to pay it forward in your own "work")
Everything feels natural to each of the medium (media), but it's about persistence. And if something is not working, not breaking through, I'm willing to try the NEXT GENRE-the next pattern of storytelling. Because it IS all the same urge, just coming out in different frames and formats."
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Thoreau/Twain: Brothers on the River
For the first evening of this 2019 Edition of the Annual Gathering of Thoreauvian Appreciators my play, THOREAU/TWAIN: Brothers of The River will be performed.
I am immensely proud to be presenting my work to such an excellent group of scholars, enthusiasts, teachers, environmentalists, historians, professors-AND this year's focus will be encouraging the ENGINEERS to come out in full force.
Therefore, not ONLY am I excited to be able to do research on both Thoreau and Twain, but also to focus on the parts of their lives which reflect their interest in innovation, technology and how things get put together.
Hint: This will involve HDT's work on developing a new formula for a graphite pencil, AND Twain's enthusiasm for a printing machine known as the Paige Compositor. Which will survive the ultimate test of engineering?
I am immensely proud to be presenting my work to such an excellent group of scholars, enthusiasts, teachers, environmentalists, historians, professors-AND this year's focus will be encouraging the ENGINEERS to come out in full force.
Therefore, not ONLY am I excited to be able to do research on both Thoreau and Twain, but also to focus on the parts of their lives which reflect their interest in innovation, technology and how things get put together.
Hint: This will involve HDT's work on developing a new formula for a graphite pencil, AND Twain's enthusiasm for a printing machine known as the Paige Compositor. Which will survive the ultimate test of engineering?
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Frozen Pond
The temperature in NYC today was 3 degrees. Not counting windchill, not counting ice or snow on the ground-and Boston has more snow and ice, AND worse temperatures.
Today, I saw a photo of The Pond, and it looked like someone had taken it away. The expanse of water had disappeared under a blanket of snow. The cold had turned it into ground. Just another place to walk, no immensity to dive right into-just more solid stuff to crash into.
Today, I saw a photo of The Pond, and it looked like someone had taken it away. The expanse of water had disappeared under a blanket of snow. The cold had turned it into ground. Just another place to walk, no immensity to dive right into-just more solid stuff to crash into.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Combining Stories
What if Invisible Magic brought together The Swimming AND Greenpoint Ghost Story??
Friday, November 30, 2018
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