I completed a first draft of Turtles I guess it was last week. Actually it was more draft 1.5 than a true second draft. It is now at the point where I think it should have been at the original first draft. I pushed on it because now is the time of year that theaters and play development theaters and organizations are asking for submissions, and I wanted it ready to send out.
So all this is great, right? It's sort of like being a business with plenty of product on the shelves for when the customers walk in. I've got two completely different full-length plays to send out. I have a few ten-minute plays for the crazy number of ten-minute festivals that are out there. And I have this one one-act that I love, Norwood, Ohio, that I love and I hope to find just the right home for.
But now the huge, gnawing question is, What do I work on now. What will be the next project that consumes me? What is the Next Big Thing? You know, having a creative mind can be kind of a curse. There are days I wish I did like hanging out in front of the television, watching sports, drinking watered-down beer out of a can, and belching with my male friends whose IQs are smaller than their waist size.
First, I'll go back and look at old plays and wonder if I should resurrect some of them. Have they been mouldering long enough that I can turn them into something completely different? I have a play, Red Dog, that coincidentally I have had two people in the past week comment on, saying they liked it. I think it's a good play, but in need of a lot of work. Is that the next thing to work on?
And I'd love to write something about what's going on in the world today, about the politics and the economy and how it's affecting people and their normal lives. I mean, this is sort of like the 1930s all over again. But who would I like to be?--Odets, or Kaufman? Kaufman was more successful (more money) but man, could that Odets write a play.
This isn't going to be pretty. John may get a little cranky, as he twists in the wind. He'll stare in space for long periods of time. He'll take long showers, longer than he usually takes. There are going to be a few false starts. And maybe a few that lead somewhere I never in my wildest dreams thought they'd go.