I am very lazy. I want to write much more than I do. Yet, trying to brow beat myself only leads to self-pity or a full-blown life crisis freak out. So how do I reach the magical land of pulling up my socks and feeling good about it?  I have to work consistently and dependably to make the money, so unless I want to go without (and I do loathe to go without things) I have to get to it. Deadlines have not worked. Pep talks have not worked. In a wierd way, my procrastination gland functions subconsciously and I find myself frittering away time almost without realizing it. It would be nice to stop dragging my metaphorical heels like a kid avoiding school. Gah.

I’m working on the concept for a new piece, for the playwright’s cabaret. This year they are accepting 30 minute pieces, which is a lot more room to explore an idea, much more than the usual 10 minutes. So, I’m going to enter a 30 minute script. I’m pretty sure that it’s going to be a group of four people doing a final walk-through of the crime they’re about to commit. They’re going to rob a minor celebrity who will be carrying a large chunk of money from an illegal poker game. Several, if not all, of the robbers, have personal reasons for wanting to harm the celeb. It will be a dramatic mood, with one comedic break in there during the reenactment. Hopefully this will have the legs to go a full 30 minutes without losing its impact.