by Diane Grant
Looking back at my blogs, I realize that I have been whining about Writer’s Block (I do think it should be capitalized, don’t you?) since May 10, 2010!
I’ve done a number of things since then but this one play, Rondo a la Condo, would not talk to me. I’d written it as a one act a few years ago and I wanted to expand it into a two act because I loved the characters. And I knew that a two act has a better chance at being produced than a one act. I could do it but How?
“How? How? How?” I asked, and… NOTHING! I had an idea or two. I knew that the first act would be in 1979 and the second act in 1994. I knew the last line would be “What took you so frigging long?” I knew that a new character, Edward, would arrive. And that’s about all I knew.
Yep. For two years. A long gestation period.
I even had a director interested in producing, actors who wanted to see it. But … NOTHING.
Writing is such a mystery. There seemed to be no way to make the words appear on the paper. I tried all the block breaking exercises, meditation, brisk walking, a glass of wine or two. But… NOTHING.
I kept thinking about Edward. I’ve never been one to write biographies of characters but I wanted to know what he looked like. What did he want? Where did he come from? When I knew he would never be called Eddie, I had a glimmer into his attitude. A hint.
Then one day a few weeks ago, he walked in! Talking!
And I banged out a first draft. I don’t know where it came from. I gave it to my husband, the world’s best editor, who gave me notes and asked questions. I thought about them and then I knew what the play was about!
The words flowed from my fingers. Last week, I wrote THE END and I had only one more question left. What took me so frigging long?