|One hell of a year...
||[Apr. 2nd, 2011|11:42 pm]
And it's only just started.|
So last semester I started grad school, MA in playwriting. I wrote a full-length play, a one act, and a ten-minute.
The ten-minute was submitted to the Kennedy Center American College Theater Festival's Region VI competition. I won. I am a national finalist (one of five), and I go to the competition in DC that runs from April 19 through the 23rd.
While I'm there, I'm going to be working with professional playwrights and dramaturgs in workshops scheduled for the week. The names and reputations nearly make me pee myself when thinking about them.
At the same time I submitted the ten-minute to the Kennedy Center competition, I sent it off to The Red Barn Theater in Key West, Florida. They want to include it in a ten-minute festival. They're paying me $525 for the run. My first paycheck for a script.
This semester I've got three full-lengths in the works. I dunno if I'll finish all three by the end of the term. But I'm gonna try.
I started this hard core training regimen based on Tim Feriss' "4 Hour Body." It works. I can see my abs, and it kinda freaks me out. But I'm always hungry, and I miss candy. And cheese - god, I miss cheese so much.
My kid is also doing the training. He's already lost a lot of body fat. He also got his driver's license two weeks ago. I decided since I needed a more economical ride for my drive to San Marcos, I got a Honda Civic, and gave my Ford pickup to my son. It was so strange and heart-breaking to see my baby drive off in my baby. I get it now, why my mother always tells me to "be careful" whenever I finish a visit with her. I can't help doing to him either.
Things have changed so much in such a short time, that I forget sometimes to miss some things. But I do, occasionally. I miss just sitting around playing video games. I miss reading, which I can't do because I'm writing.
I miss a lot of things. But overall, I'm pretty damn happy, if a little tired.