With much encouragement from my Profs at Metro, I have decided to write a play. They swear I am a great writer. They say that I have a wealth of experience to draw from and a real sense of wit and timing.
I realize that this it true on an intellectual level, but I feel so trapped by everything that goes on inside my crazy head. It’s almost like there is too much to say. I need to sort it out. So I have been writing down the major ups and downs of my life in the 3rd person, using an alias (right now her name is Crystal) as the central figure.
I’m not sure what I want to say in this play. I do know that I want to fuck with the audience as much as possible, pulling them in and pushing them away. I want to write about the Shen Te/Shui Ta that lives in all of us, but in a Sam Shepard sort of way. But even more repulsive and attractive at the same time. I want the audience to feel real fear. Like the characters are going to come down off the stage and kick their asses. Or perhaps give them a hug. Such is life isn’t it?