It’s kinda funny when people tell me that they’re proud of me. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all the kind words and I take them to heart, but it just feels a little weird – offsetting. I guess I’ve been so used to telling other people how proud I am of them because I recognize their tenacity to pursue what they love, but when other’s pride is shown onto me… all I can say is Thank You. With every stitch weaves into my being, I appreciate you.
ESPERANZA MEANS HOPE is a play I dreamed up many months ago. The process for writing it all basically stemmed from the many lessons I learned over the years, and it paid off:
– research
– think of personal story that would support research
– character sketches
– created a structure
– outlined the scenes using the French Scene model
– breaking down those French Scenes by action-to-action
– start the dialogue
– have a read-through
– edit, edit, edit
– auditions and casting
– finding a director
– meetings, meetings, meetings
– find: rehearsal space, tech, props, etc
– make the decision to play the dad role
– rehearsals…
– deal with unforeseen circumstances (What’s theatre without a little DRAMA?)
– think that this isn’t the career for me and give up my dream of becoming a playwright
– house open, warming up with cast, showtime
– standing ovation, loving my cast, creative team and director
– close
– think of the possibilities to have this play reach more people
The above in a nutshell sums up what I’ve been through the last 5-6 months. I guess putting this in the form that I’ve come to recognize as my writing “savior” (outline), does make me proud of what I’ve accomplished!