Hiring a director and such

Getting ready for my performance on Nov 18th.   I'm going to be off book, so I now I need to hire a director, learn my lines, find props...and I'm going to be an actor for someone else for a week.

More Crockpot Curry

4-6 boneless chicken breast
5-8 large carrots
1 whole onion
4 cloves of garlic
2 bell peppers
1 small can of tomato paste
1 cans of coconut milk
2 tsp sea salt
2 tablespoons curry powder
1 jalapeƱo
Place chicken breasts and carrots in bottom of lightly greased pot
Place the rest of the ingredients over chicken and carrots
Cook on low for 6 hours.
Stay hungry my friend.

The Hero's Journey

While watching #SuperSoulSunday on OWN, Elizabeth Gilbert talks about Joseph Campbell and the Hero's Journey.   In my creative meetings with my writing we partner, we discussed what the Hero's Journey was.  I enjoyed her perspective on it and how women cannot follow the journey. 

Below are just my notes I was taking as I watched Episode 1.

A restless youngster, who gets called to the journey, goes through the road of trials, suffers through dark nights of the soul, finds his teachers, faces the battle, loses his fear!

Inspires, shows us the way, but never shows women.  You can be the mom, the old crone, the helpless virgin, but you can't be the hero.

Women hesitate on the brink of the journey.  

You don't do the work to change until not changing gets worst.

First comes the call - take this away from me, I don't have the power, I'm not your hero, I'm just a regular person, but the call won't leave you alone.

How do you get the call?  You get the question "What did I come here to do with my life?"   Everyone has had this question, in one form or another.  You can choose to ignore it, or you can choose to pursuit it.  Which is the beginning of your journey.

If you're going to answer the call.   You better be ready. 

Then comes the road of trials. 

Writing prompt - Yellow cars?

10 minute Writing Prompt:

All cars should/shouldn't be painted yellow...

Aren't they called buses and taxis?  Wouldn't that get confusing?  All cars should not be painted yellow.  Although I love the colour, it makes me think of mustard hotdogs and big bird, I would not want every car painted yellow.  How homogenous.  How plain and boring.  I am imagining a world filled with yellow cars.  Imagining the different models of cars and trucks.  A yellow Prius or pickup truck.  Even police cars would be yellow.  Now that would be good for them I suppose.  They may write more tickets as they could sneak up on you.  Although, you could also elude them in a sea of yellow, so it may be to their disadvantage.  Yellow cars may also affect crime, as witness statements would be worthless.  "yes, yes I did see the criminal, he drove off in a yellow car".  People wouldn't be able to find their cars and would have to start blinging them out so they could stand apart.  A new mini industry would pop of because of it.  Maybe individualized car horns, you know like a car alarm, but it would help you find your car.  GPS parking apps would be invented so you could tag your car and play a game of "hot and cold" as you got nearer or farther from your car.  Sparkly license plate covers would add another level of personalization to it.  And would it be just one shade of yellow, bright and sunny, or could you veer off into its shades of mustard and...are there other shades of yellow?  Oh, pale yellow, like the morning sky.  Fluffy yellow, like a new born chick.

Click here for the list of prompts in case you need some more.

Writing Prompt - My secret hideaway

10 minute Writing Prompt:  

Describe your favourite hideaway as a child 

I always wanted a hideaway.  I think I'd read too many young adult mystery books, you know Nancy Drew or those hot Hardy Boys and there was this kid's mystery show that played on PBS and they were always sleuthing and writing.  When I was 10, we moved into a brand new apartment building.  I say brand new because they had just finished building it and the parking lot wasn't even finished.  In a small town, it's nothing to have dirt roads on the outskirts of town.  Our new home was right on the edge.  On the way to the marina, as well as an abandoned mill, right next to the baseball field and tennis court.  My friend Joanne and I were walking in the dirt parking lot with a fresh pack of cigarettes we had just found.  They weren't even opened.  So we walked to this edge of the parking lot, that bordered the tennis courts.  There was a patch of rough ground that construction crews hadn't cleared completely.  We found an area that was perfect.  We could the cute boys house across the field, yet we were shielded enough with fallen trees and tall brush.  We hid our cigarettes here unsure of what to do.  We decided to wait until the next day, as we didn't have any matches or a lighter anyway.   We reveled in our new secret space.   Planning on our next day's adventure and that we would bring our lunch and maybe a blanket to cover the ground.  I was already picturing what adventures we could have and mysteries we could solve.  The sound of gravel crunching startled me from my plans.

Click here for the list of prompts in case you need some more.

Writing Prompt - I'm sorry...

Writing Prompt:

I'm so sorry that I can't offer you a less dangerous solution

 I'm so sorry that I can't offer you a less dangerous solution. That's all he said. How could I ever take a professional seriously again? People don't say things like that. But I sat in utter disbelief. This was suppose to be good news. I had done my research. Dr. Robert Hershkowitz was the utmost man in his field. Neuro-biological brain stuff. I can't remember his exact title, but it sounded so smart, yet this brilliant man, who has no people skills, was telling me that he was about to slice off a piece of my brain and it was all going to be OK, he'd done several of procedures similar to this and I would be in good hands. Good hands he says. Good hands? I certainly hope so. A laser was going to do the big cut, through the bone, my skull. As he sat looking at me, telling me about the procedure, all I could think of was what the laser would look like. Would it be like in the movies? A red light beaming through the sterile air of the operating room. A high pitched squeal as it cut a precise line on my newly shaved head. Would it smell? I've heard that burning flesh is gross, but does bone smell like burnt wood. Like a campfire? And when I woke up would it still smell? I like the smell of campfire. When we go camping, I always place my chair in from of the campfire so as the wind blows throughout the night, the smoke would waft around me and settle into my clothes.

Click here for the list of prompts in case you need some more.

Writing Prompt - A long time ago...

10 minute Writing Prompt:

Write a myth to explain why it snows
The first time I heard the story was around the fireplace one stormy night.  Cousin Eloise was complaining that it was snowing again.  Uncle Fred, who was sitting in his rocker in the corner put his pipe down and joined us on the floor.
"Eloise" he said, "you musn't say things like that.  The spirits will hear you."
Sure, sure, Eloise thought to herself, here we go again.
"What do you mean?"  spoke the quiet voice of Eloise's younger brother Chester.
"Don't get him started!  He'll never stop" Eloise protested.
"But I want to hear!  Who are the spirits and what will they do?" young Chester countered.
"As the story goes, when it snow, it's because someone angered the spirits.  They complained about the snow."
"Does that mean it will snow more?" wondered Chester, "because if it does, I hate the snow too!  I hate it so much I wish it all melted tomorrow!"
"You don't want to do that little one."
"Of course I do Uncle.  I didn't do my book report that's due tomorrow and if it snows a lot over night, they may cancel school" Chester announced proudly.
"Don't your remember the ice storms? asked Uncle.  The ones where we couldn't leave the house because everything was covered in ice and we nearly froze?  That's what happens.  It's not this fluffy snow that could can play in.  It is the frozen tears of the spirits as they are sad no one wants to play with them.  They are angry tears of wet snow that, when they melt, are tall pillars of daggers, a trap."

Click here for the list of prompts in case you need some more.

Writing Prompt - Dear Pizza Man...

Today's prompt is "Dear Pizza Man,".

Here's what I came up with in 10 minutes. 

Dear Pizza Man, 

I think I love you.  I'm sure you hear that a lot, but please know that I am truly and deeply in love with you.  As I dial your number, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, I can hardly hear the phone ringing on the other end.  A voice answers and it's not you.  I tell the voice all about how I dream of you and how I can't wait for your next visit.  He takes my message and ensures me that you'll be at my door in 45 minutes.
I hang up the phone and run to my room.  45 minutes!  I need to change.  Fix my hair.  Set the table.  I rifle through my closet.  Laying out several outfits, but opting for a bizzy pattern, lest things get crazy.  I run to the front window and watch as light from the street come through the haze of the sheer curtains.  I look down to my watch.  It's only been 20 minutes.  That can't be you.  I catch my breath.  I am on the edge of my seat as the car passes by.   It wasn't you.  I lie back on the couch and take a moment to remember the last time I saw you, so dapper and professional looking in your uniform.  I know you hate it when I call it that, but I think the colour of that delivery bag brings out the blue in your eyes.  Every time I hear the rip of Velcro I get goose bumps, and look around to see if you're near.  My dream is interrupted by the crunching of gravel outside.  I hear the familiar screech of your car as it comes to a stop.  Jump, jump, jump.  I need to get all this nervous energy out of me!  I do a little dance in the foyer, then peek out the side window as I hear your boots walk the steps to the door.  Doorbell.  I let out a quiet squeal as I compose myself.  I can smell you and I am happy.

Click here for the list of prompts in case you need some more.

The next show...

I am struggling with what to say next.  What my first show wasn't.  Right now I need to get this out.  What I want to say.  But I don't know how to say.  I can see my characters having this conversation, this fight, but it is like me when I try to explain something.  It's me talking out loud working it out, trying to figure it out.  How to say it.  How to not offend.  But that is my problem.  I don't want to offend you.  Who the fuck cares!  Right.  Sorry there may be a few swear words in this.  That's how I talk. 
I love my first show now.  Months ago I didn't.  It's a story that morphed into a show.  It's something, and when it was read for Native Voices retreat I found things in it from the comments of others.  I heard comments, had questions and am ok with the show now.  I have to work on it again now.  I have to finish it.  I have an amazing opportunity to showcase it again and I am scared of it.  Hence why I am a week out and have been thinking about the next show, the spring show, and not sitting with Wanda.  But this next story...what will I write about?  I am trying to let this be a stream of consciousness writing, not editing myself.  I am watching the television and typing.  Just letting the words come out.  I'm now worrying that you are reading this and wondering WTF am I reading and why am I still here.   But thank you for making it this far.
Ok. Ok.  Now on to the next show.  I want to talk about being ndn.  About this struggle that is going on in my head.  This conversation about being ndn.  Who is ndn?  Who can be ndn?  What's the point of being ndn?  I caution you, if you are around me and we have a conversation of some kind, it may end up in the show.  It has to because it is always on my mind and when I have the opportunity have the conversation I relish it.  To get these thoughts out of my head.  I am being brave about it.  But being still cautious with my words.   I keep repeating this because I don't want to let it out.  I want to keep this fight inside me.  Why?  I don't know.  It safer in there?  Safer for me.  People won't see the darkness that my head lives in.  But maybe talking about it will shed some light.  Sorry.  Not trying to be philosophical.  Or is it?  There I go again thinking about you.  You really should appreciate me a bit more as I care very deeply about your feelings.  Or am do I?  I am just being selfish so you don't see the real me.  Hiding in the darkness of my thoughts.  Where no one can see me, or find me.    
Ok.  Really now.  Why be ndn?  I sit in a room full of indians listening to their questions about the movie Smoke Signals.  The hokey ones, the white guy using the word REZ like he owns it.  The director  making the correction and saying reservation.  Was that intentional?  I am trying to get past this feeling of jealously and ownership of others.  No, no, you can't be indian.  I am.  I touch briefly on his in my previous play.  But I can hear the silent gasp from the audience as they form their quiet judgement.   I certainly cannot be the indian police.  That's not my intention.  I'm just telling you, you cannot, are not indian.    I need to say the ugly things.  Get them out there in the world, right?

Ok, I may be ready to write.  It's a start right.  Now let's talk character and 10 minute prompts.  Need to edit for the week!

Keep writing!

Creating a Character

Starting a new play.  How do we start?  I'm starting with the character.  Click this link for a handout.

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Writing and a picture

When I look at a picture or a photograph where I don't know the subjects or context, I am subconsciously making a story up of the subjects.  

This pic was random, and I chose it after I Google SuperNova.  It was the prettiest.  But I was looking for something spacey that had to do with a Super Nova. 
You can do this exercise with a friend, where you each find a picture, then trade.  That way you don't have any preconceived notions (like I do, by picking this photo).

If you're having problems and thinking too much, don't.   If you're having problems figuring out what to do/how to do it, consider these questions when you look at the photo:
  • Connect with the photo (e.g. "I always wanted to be an astronaut").
  • Does a question come to mind when you look at it? (e.g. "What's it like at the center?").
  • Notice the details in the photo and write about it (e.g. "Look at how bright those few stars are, they sparkle like diamonds").
  • Write a caption for the photo (e.g."This is what happens when you fart in space").
Now get comfy, take a minute to look at the picture, set your timer and get writing!

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompts - million days of writing, or something like that

Here's my experiment in a million days of writing.
Ok, it's not really a million days, it just feels like that.

The ExperimentTo write everyday.
  1. "I'm so sorry that I can't offer you a less dangerous solution" from Justin McLachlan
  2. "All cars should/shouldn't be painted yellow" from Worksheet Place
  3. "Describe your favourite hideaway as a child" from In Our Write Mind
  4. "Write a myth to explain why it snows" from Writers Write
  5. "Dear Pizza Man..."
  6. "I knew it was a bad day when..."
  7. "Every so often a dreamcatcher must be emptied of the nightmares it has caught.  Who does it and what do they see?" from Reddit
  8.  Describe one thing you’re really good at from Writing for Kids
  9. Thanksgiving day prompts. 123Homeschool
  10. “Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” from Scifi prompts
  11. “You can see my love from space.” from Mandy Wallace
  12. How do rainy days make you feel? from Tom Slatin
Prompts that I've thought up:
  1. Using a photo. 
  2. "It's a long way to the bottom"
  3. "My last meal would be..."  If you had to choose a last meal, what would it be? Why? How does it taste?  How do you feel about it, since this is your last mean.  Why is this your last meal?..
  4. "Alone on a desert island..." 
  5. "It's 3 am, the phone rings..."
  6. "What's that in the sky?"
  7.  "That was the biggest _____________ I have ever seen!"
  1. Creating character.