What is the thing that “broke” my brain the most this last month? I’m not quite sure my brain was…broken. My mind was definitely blown, I’ll say that much. But, the thing that… Continue reading →

You know what just broke my brain?  The fact that we just got out of a play, hungry and thinking about Indian food, and came home (yes, home I say) to hommde curry made from… Continue reading →

It may be an understatement to say that my process is a frustrating thing. I can honestly admit, I do not envy anyone who is handed the task of working with this process… Continue reading →

At some point during my writing workshops, I ask my students to sketch either their characters or a scene from their play or screenplay in order to put their creative writing energy into… Continue reading →

I’m a revisionist. I write and edit and read and edit and think and edit and listen to music and actors and walk and collage and sketch and stare at paintings and watch… Continue reading →

I’m not very experienced with writing plays.  Usually when I’m new to something I look for the example of others who know better than I do and follow suit as if my life… Continue reading →

The word “process” is a fickle term. It makes it seem like there’s a certain path or standard way of writing (or being creative in any way, for that matter). The truth is,… Continue reading →

My “Process” started within my first few hours in Ireland – Joan, Kimberley, and I got lost…somewhere. I was fixated on that material from the word “Go”. I tried outlining my ideas…but I’m… Continue reading →

Not everything I write is true, but a lot of it is. But with a twist. A fiction, not a lie. I kind of hit the ground running once I got here, reading… Continue reading →

From the Marian Broderick’s fabulous book Wild Irish Women:   Betty was born in 1750 to a tenant farmer in County Kerry. Her husband Sugrue died. On her walk to Roscommon, looking for… Continue reading →