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Phase Two: ???
May. 8th, 2008 04:17 pmLast night, Mom tried to put her foot down and forbid me from doing the new one-man show I've been struggling to write for the past couple months, to instead just go and do the 75-minute version of the original HEFNER MONOLOGUES for DC Fringe. Just do the same show again, only the revised and slightly expanded version. She said this new show is heading me towards a nervous breakdown.
Concerned and overprotective as she is, she might not be entirely wrong.
... Okay, so I'm now 90% positive I'm gonna hold off on this script for now and instead go THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES: HOW HEFNERIAN, which will adapt such beloved Hefner Highlights as Carolyn and the Egg Whites, The Butt Hole Girl, and of course, lesbians galore!
(Ideally, I was originally thinking of performing this show with the Emm Gryner story with a lovely female musician, piano or guitar, to offer musical accompaniment and even play Emm, but at this last stage, there's no time for love, Doctor Jones.)
Not that I've entirely given up on the Family show. No, this will give me a breather, but will also (ideally) provide a nice bridge between the original MONOLOGUES and the Family show, which would be the climactic third part in my opening trilogy. It won't be the huge ambitious leap that the Family show would/should be, but it will definitely still be a step forward from the original, building upon themes while laying out the groundwork for the big third part finale.
And if HOW HEFNERIAN falls apart as well in the two months I have before opening night... well, fuck it, I'll just do the fucking original show again. But that would be bad form, eh wot, old chaps?
Based on the responses to stories such as the ones I posted above (and again, I'm adapting them, not telling them in their current rusty old forms above), I know that these are stories to which people respond well but are also fun for me to tell! And really, I just want a good, solid, funny, entertaining, meaningful, moving, witty, and thoughtful show that won't kill me.
Now I'm going to try to breathe and go to the gym for the first time in a week. Because all I've been doing for the past couple weeks is stay home, feel stressed and miserable as I struggle on writing, and gobble down the cupcakes and cookie dough that my depressed mother keeps buying. If we start getting into the Crisco frosting, please, kill us all.
Concerned and overprotective as she is, she might not be entirely wrong.
... Okay, so I'm now 90% positive I'm gonna hold off on this script for now and instead go THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES: HOW HEFNERIAN, which will adapt such beloved Hefner Highlights as Carolyn and the Egg Whites, The Butt Hole Girl, and of course, lesbians galore!
(Ideally, I was originally thinking of performing this show with the Emm Gryner story with a lovely female musician, piano or guitar, to offer musical accompaniment and even play Emm, but at this last stage, there's no time for love, Doctor Jones.)
Not that I've entirely given up on the Family show. No, this will give me a breather, but will also (ideally) provide a nice bridge between the original MONOLOGUES and the Family show, which would be the climactic third part in my opening trilogy. It won't be the huge ambitious leap that the Family show would/should be, but it will definitely still be a step forward from the original, building upon themes while laying out the groundwork for the big third part finale.
And if HOW HEFNERIAN falls apart as well in the two months I have before opening night... well, fuck it, I'll just do the fucking original show again. But that would be bad form, eh wot, old chaps?
Based on the responses to stories such as the ones I posted above (and again, I'm adapting them, not telling them in their current rusty old forms above), I know that these are stories to which people respond well but are also fun for me to tell! And really, I just want a good, solid, funny, entertaining, meaningful, moving, witty, and thoughtful show that won't kill me.
Now I'm going to try to breathe and go to the gym for the first time in a week. Because all I've been doing for the past couple weeks is stay home, feel stressed and miserable as I struggle on writing, and gobble down the cupcakes and cookie dough that my depressed mother keeps buying. If we start getting into the Crisco frosting, please, kill us all.
