Tomorrow I’m taking a break from my usual activities to go to a “writing retreat.” It’s not, like, an official writing retreat or anything. I’m heading to a hotel with a handful of creative-minded crazies to work on a script for an upcoming project that we’re putting together. Plays aren’t usually my bailiwick, nor is collaboration, but I do love dialogue and these people are a dangerous mix of intelligent, deranged, and inventive, so I’m excited to see what we come up with.
If you’re curious, our troupe is Off The Quill and the show is Violent Delights; it goes up at this year’s Capital Fringe Festival in (of course) Washington, DC. It will be a spectacle of one kind or another, I have no doubt. Come see what we managed to put to paper, and then what horrible, fantastic things come to life from that paper. Also, I suspect there will be violence, and everyone likes a good bloodsport, right?
Otherwise, it’s business as usual. Stealing time to write when I can, minding the day job, reveling with the people that tolerate me. The short story’s coming along nicely–there was a snag, but it turned into an opportunity that I am content to explore further. I’m also itching to get back to the rest of Under Broken Stone, but I know this needs to happen first. I am learning a lot about the world I’m building.