June is going to be pretty epic. As such, I feel the need to be forthright with everything that is about to happen in case I fall off the map.
Archive for May, 2013
I’m a big fan of outlines. Which is a little strange, because I really love flying by the seat of my pants. And as I spoke about earlier, going off the plan is really easy for me. It’s sort of my default mode.
Which is why I like outlines. They tell me where I am going and roughly where I hope to end up. If I get too far off track, all I have to do is look at my outline, point my compass in that direction, and usually it turns out okay. So far, I haven’t ended up being eaten by bears in the wilderness.
But I’m not here to talk about outlines today. Whoops. Just sitting here, pulling the tablecloth out from all the dishes. Don’t mind me. Nope, I’m here to talk about plans. As in, career plans.
I had someone look me in the eye last night and scream “You are a horrible writer!” Luckily, it was Megan Mercier from the Neo-Futurists and it was part of a play. And my sister, who was sitting next to me, I’m pretty sure almost died from laughing at the abuses slung at me.
I’ve written about the Neo-Futurists and a couple of their main stage shows before. While they’re most famous for Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind, they do put on ‘regular old plays’ too. I say ‘regular old plays,’ but that’s not quite right. I just mean not TMLMTBGB.
I’m still trying to digest The Miss Neo Pageant, the latest main stage. It was funny and brutal and cringe-inducing and eloquent and even, at moments, kind. I’ve seen plenty of men unabashedly naked on-stage before. Hell, I’ve seen women, too. But I’ve never seen a naked woman so unapologetic about her body and calling attention to its nakedness before. It was refreshing and genuine and exactly what was called for.
It may come as a total surprise to you, but I have ADHD. Yes, that old bad hat Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. It’s a trendy little disorder to have, and having that diagnosis comes with amazing little pills that seem to make everyone smarter. Unfortunately, I actually do have the disorder and the prescription medicine you’ve never heard of that comes with it. And sadly, they don’t make me any smarter. They just help me function like a big fancy adult who does big fancy adult things like laundry. I know, you desperately want to live this glamorous life, too.
I can’t say what it would be like to not have ADHD. It’s a problem with the brain chemistry and it’s just been that way my whole life. Which actually makes writing about ADHD hard, because I really don’t know how the regular-joe types function. How easy or hard different things are for them. All I can do is extrapolate what I see them doing. So I could be getting this wrong. Terribly wrong.
Some times you blink, and suddenly it’s May and it’s been, like, two weeks since you’ve posted in your blog. Sometimes you have good reasons, and sometimes you don’t. What I am not doing is letting the guilt prevent me from posting again.
Since I last posted a lot of things have happened. The Russian’s sister came for a visit from Japan. May arrived. I started out with a new writing group. My sister came for a visit from Kenya. And I finished the first draft of my novella. Yes, you heard me. Three Days of Night is in the can. First draft, anyway.