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Dialogue. At last, my forte. As a playwright, all I write is dialogue. We all know dialogue needs to sound natural. And my blogmates have made great comments and suggestions about how to do this....
View ArticleWhen You Don’t Meet Your Goals, Rationalize
At 16, I set a goal. I wanted to be an All State Swimmer. I was the South Carolina state champion in the 100 and 200 yd breaststroke. You’d think that would be enough to qualify, right? No! To be...
View ArticleThe Next Big Thing! (Linda)
Last week author of the fantasy “Mad Kestrel”, Misty Massey (http://madkestrel.livejournal.com) tagged me on her blog, as part of a chain of authors called THE NEXT BIG THING. Today it’s my turn to...
View ArticleWhen It Comes To Submitting, Fugetaboutit.
For some writers, submitting is an obsession. Not the act of submitting – which might be a good thing to be obsessed about. I’m talking about the aftermath of submitting. The waiting game. I know...
View ArticleOur Support System (In Honor of Valentine’s Day)
In Outliers, author Malcolm Gladwell identifies many factors that contribute to an individual’s success. One of them—a standout—is that no one succeeds alone; meaning, everyone has someone who helps...
View ArticleRejecting Rejection
I am the daughter of a Marine aviator. I have two older brothers who were mean to me in the way older brothers are to younger sisters who want to tag along and do everything they do. I began my...
View ArticleGrammar Blessings. And Curses.
I hate grammar. I have been putting off this post, because I hate grammar. I used to be good at it. Now I’ve forgotten everything except the occasional comma rule. And capitalization, I’m pretty...
View ArticleStructurelessness
I started this post several times. I kept trying to get my hands around structure – to find a context in which to explain it. Then I thought I would write about structure in terms of Aristotle’s...
View ArticleWhy Everyone Needs A Volleyball
“WILSON!” That one word sums up our human need for community. When Tom Hanks lost Wilson in Castaway, his grief was palpable. It wrenched the souls of millions of people. In fact, I just watched the...
View ArticleReading the Signature
It was the final exam for a graduate level philosophy course. My friend Robert had read and studied the work of major philosophers all semester. He had a solid A going into the final. The paper slid...
View ArticleDon’t Watch The Play
Not long after I started writing my first play, I called a local playwright and asked if I buy him lunch and pick his brain. (Food is always a good way to reach theatre people.) It was very...
View ArticleThe Performance or The Page? Poetry’s Great Schism
by Ron Hayes In the month or so since my last post, I had the pleasure of hosting a poetry reading to close out the local poetry contest I’d run over the summer. I invited all those who had entered a...
View ArticleGetting Out Of Bed
by Linda Escalera Price You haven’t seen me for a while. In fact, my blogmates haven’t seen me for a while. There’s a good reason. Which turned into a lousy reason. And the lousy reason lead to a...
View ArticleLet’s Get Started
by Linda Escalera Price When is it time to start a new project? Right now. No matter what else you have going on. “Make sure you have another play ready to go.” Fellow playwright Faye Sholiton...
View ArticleWords Are Magic
by Linda Escalera Price I’ve been trying to stay motivated to write while dealing with some family matters. Issues that demand my time and atten . . . yes, I’ll be right over. Now where was I? Oh yes...
View Article$cript$ That ¢reate Bu¢k$
by Linda Escalera Price “I make my living now as a screenwriter! Which I’m surprised and horrified to hear myself saying, butI don’t think I can support myself as a playwright at this point. I don’t...
View ArticleHow A Hotdog Made Me A Better Writer
by Linda Escalera Price My mother refused to teach me to read. I was about 3, and she thought if I learned to read then, I would be bored when I started kindergarten. So I taught myself to read by...
View ArticleDie Laughing
by Linda Escalera Price Dick Folsom enjoyed scotch even when he wasn’t on his porch! When my Grandfather was 89, he sat down on the back deck of his Napa Valley home, watched the setting sun cast...
View ArticleWhat’s In A Name? Thanks!
by Linda Escalera Price On January 28, 1986, I stood in stunned silence in my office parking lot in Jacksonville, FL as the plume of Space Shuttle Challenger exploded into two hideous plumes. Fourteen...
View ArticleLiving in the Present Tense
by Linda Escalera Price I’m supposed to be writing about reflecting on the past year and setting goals for the future. But in the past two months, I learned about an ALS diagnosis, went to the funeral...
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