Playing with Sanity

I’ve hit another wall in writing the play and I’m trying to figure out if it coincides with one of the 100 page blocks I usually get with novels. I think I’m about 2/3 of the way done 60 out of roughly 90-100 pages so I think it might.

Over the last couple of days I’ve ripped out a couple of scenes and switched my first act to the second act and other assorted tricks. What it all comes down to is that I’m still trying to figure out how to tell this story as a play Actually I’m still trying to learn how to write a play. One acts are absolutely no preparation for writing a full-length play, much as writing short stories are really no help in learning how to write a novel. I think my best bet right now is to just finish the rough draft, no matter how messy it is, and then figure out what to do with it. Just like I did with my first novel.

I guess this is part of the pain of continually challenging yourself. You have to keep relearning everything.

4 thoughts on “Playing with Sanity

  1. I guess this is part of the pain of continually challenging yourself. You have to keep relearning everything.Amen, Q. And when you stop learning, you stop growing as a writer. Keep it up!

  2. I think your best bet is to constantly stall, fight yoursellf the whole way and never finish anything you started.At least until April.35,000 words bi-atch.

  3. Now, Bryon, what you want to do is take Dave to Lombardi’s on Spring St. The coal fired pizza is excellent and should fit your budget.Lynn, I would like your donation on my behalf to be earmarked for the French Quarter so I can drive down one weekend and have someplace to get hammered in honor of Dave’s win.And in conclusion, neener neener neener.

  4. Byron,It sounds like you’re hitting that second act wall. It happens to most of us. The first act almost writes itself, the third act is the coming together of all the lines you’ve laid out, but that second act, where you have to keep ratcheting up the stakes is tough.Write through it. As for those who are wagering on the artistic accomplishments of Mr. Q and Mr. W., shame on you.

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