I very recently wrote an honest cover letter and thought it might be fun to keep the momentum going and write an honest artistic statement: An Honest Artist Statement from the scattered, sleep-deprived, narcissistic mind of Rachel Lynett I want to write specific, non-universal weird shit. I don’t want my plays to be relatable. I…

I’ve been hesitant to write about this for a while because I know how this kind of thing can be taken the wrong way if I’m not perfect in my description. And I am never perfect in my descriptions. I am a mess in progress so I start this by saying this is my specific…

I’m baaaack. I thought for a while about moving this blog, how I wanted this blog to change, and what was the real reason to keep it going. It caused me a lot of trouble and I convinced myself it wasn’t worth it. But then I remembered that this is for me, for me to…

It’s been a while since I wrote a post. The original idea was that I’d write a post on the 15th and the 30th (or end of the month). But when I made that plan I was traveling all the time for playwriting. After the pandemic, the posts got really insular and circular and I’m…

My blog the last few entries have been me mostly angsting and I want to return back to when this blog was meant to be filled with advice and lessons learned for aspiring writers. So that said… I’ve sworn by José Rivera’s 36 Assumptions on Playwriting and have thought a lot about what my advice…

2021 has actively tried to take me out, even to its last days. This is the year I struggled with suicide ideation, worked past the point of exhaustion, switched jobs four times, lost my grandfather and my cat, got divorced, and now I’m very, very sick with no end in sight. I had a deeply…

Someone recently asked me if I had accomplished anything “of note.” They asked me this after I had already mentioned the Yale Prize, meaning to them that wasn’t impressive. They were wondering if I’d had a NY premiere or sold a show. I said no. And then they said, “It gets harder when you’re older….

A friend has a joke that my ancestors are tired because they keep urging me to go in one direction and I’m insistent on running in the opposite direction. If you read this blog you know I’ve spent a bit of time trying to figure out exactly what the next step is. I’ve been struggling…

I can’t write. I think my friends think I’m being dramatic when I say this. The same person who writes 10 plays a year suddenly can’t write? There’s a part of me that wonders if I’m a bit broken. I can’t really wrap my head around not being able to write. It’s the one thing…

In my twenties, I was a bit obsessed with being great. To be fair, I think most “gifted” kids were. Even as I decided to pursue theatre and not law, I knew I wanted to be the best. I told myself by 30-something (I don’t remember the exact year anymore) I’d have a MacArthur, a…