Damn, I’m in it

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…

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Look ma, I made it?

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…

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It ain’t me babe

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…

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Let’s talk about rates

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…

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this is custom made

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….

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Wreck My Plans

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…

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Heart of Gold, Holy Mess

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…

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