…but am I famous yet?

CW: mentions suicide I’ve been thinking a lot about this idea of “hitting your prime.” Hannah Gadsby has a GREAT deconstruction of the idea of women in their “prime” in the special NANETTE. It’s definitely worth watching and I won’t try to summarize it here because I won’t do it justice. Frankly, it always felt…

Before I get into it, I want to say how surreal it is to even be in this situation. But since two playwrights recently accused me of “humble bragging” I want to say I’m honestly just trying to process where I’m at in my career and to do that, I have to talk about my…

It’s kind of incredible to have a day off. Between now and April 30, I am workshopping Black Mexican, As You Are, and Good Bad People. I am also working on directing Adored You right now, directing As You Are in March and April, prepping for the virtual world premiere of Black Mexican, and editing…

I really don’t like that pay transparency isn’t a thing in theatre. No one likes to talk about money and it feels very pushed under the table. Lately, a couple of playwrights have asked me about their rates because they’re not sure what to charge. I’m not saying my rates are perfect* but below is…

I remember the first time I did something playwrights are “not allowed” to do: In my play, Onesies and Whiskey, I mixed poetry and standard dialogue and everyone in grad school told me it was too off-putting. That I would need to either make the whole play in verse or “get rid” of the poetry….

And so it begins. As the year ends, everyone writes about the year we’ve had, the highs, the lows, the lessons we’ve learned, and all of our hopes for the future. In the past, I’ve done the same. So I’m not judging anyone who is trying to make sense of this nonsense year. But after…

I am certain that by December 20th, I am going to be DEEP in my feelings about moving (again) and starting over (again) so I know my end of the year post will be full of angst. So I kinda wanted to use this post to take a moment to catch my breath. 2020 is…

I’m getting tired of being told I’m not special. I was working on an application that’s due on December 3. It’s a fellowship I’ve applied to for the last three years that I’ve been worried I won’t be applicable for soon. The artistic director knows my name and writes very sweet notes on my rejection…

So first, omg, I had no idea how many people read this blog. I always thought this was just something I did to record my progress (and lack thereof) as I navigate what it means to be a playwright. So if you’re reading this of your own volition, thank you! (I also wrote this blog…

Lately, a couple of cousins and I have been trying to answer “what exactly are we?” We heard a lot of stories growing up. On my mom’s side, somehow we’re Black but not really because we’re not Americans. We’re Mexican technically (Afro-Mexican to be specific) but not really because we don’t culturally identify as that….