oranges

Below is the first draft of my short story oranges. It is adapted from a play I wrote. I plan to make edits soon and would be happy to hear any feedback oranges It happened over time, in an instant.  The world was dying, of course we knew that. Whether or not we’d planned to…

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All of Me Changed Like

It’s been a while 🙂 So anyway, here are two mini-blogs in one to make up for lost time. The first one was going to be called You and I Both Loved which is all about editing my plays from like 2015 and what a mind fuck that is. The second one was going to…

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Please let me get what I want

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…

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A Note On My Gender

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…

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it’s time to go

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…

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10 Thoughts on (Play)Writing

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 JosĂ© Rivera’s 36 Assumptions on Playwriting and have thought a lot about what my advice…

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A Little Bit of Sunshine

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…

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When I’m Nothing New

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….

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Cruise Control

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…

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