I deleted about four posts before I finished them. Not just because they weren’t decent, but because my heart wasn’t in them. They were about old projects; right now even a story less than a month old seems too old to me. That may be a result of the theatre gorging I did last month.
I want to write new ideas, I want to flesh out the ideas gathering literal cobwebs in my files. So as much as my love and dedication to current projects has not faltered, I must look forward.
I have this idea:
for a collaborative project that can be multi-platform and change perception.
for writing fantasy and sharing a world with other writers without fearing work will be stolen.
to change people’s ideas about Planned Parenthood through theatre.
a storytelling thread that I tried out on the Hollywood Fringe Festival Cabaret Stage and would like to try again.
this character who exists entirely on Twitter.
a theory about a Town Crier.
There. Now I have to write them.