Saturday, November 10, 2018

Not The First Rodeo



I was having dinner at a diner in Ennis, Montana when two old cowboys slid into the booth behind me.

Being nosy, I leaned back to eavesdrop.

Waited to hear tales of fast horses, stampedes and loose women.

Then one old cowboy tells the other old cowboy that the doc had to change the dosage on his Lisinopril.

Guess death, taxes and high blood pressure accrue to us all.

Alas.





Wednesday, September 19, 2018

What Montana Needs and Doesn't Have ...





Although, if you're in a kayak on Canyon Ferry, it can seem like the North Sea.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Play's the Thing


For the third time, in two years, a stage play of mine has been produced.


One night only, with paid actors, and every time, the difference between being read, performed and heard, rocks me.

Every time.

The first time felt so weird to me. I was used to writing and sending the piece into the ether as a contest entry or query letter. Written feedback, acknowledged or ignored was de rigueur. A live audience was a new experience. It made me nervous.

The second time, with the same play, DRIVER’S ED, I learned, how the actors generated some of the laughs and the script did the rest. I lamented (only to myself) that the most important line got lost in the laugh previous. Interesting. But the audience started laughing at the first line and didn’t stop, so nerves be gone, and honey, that was WAY COOL.

This last time was different. The short play, titled ACTIVE SHOOTER, was not funny at all. It is about sexism and how we react to violence.

How, I wondered, would I be able to tell if they liked it?


They leaned in.

Not as quantifiable as a laugh, but a work on its feet is a different animal.


Monday, May 14, 2018