Last night while writing, I realized a HORRIBLE THING I DO WHILE WRITING LIKE SO BAD AND IT’S NOT EVEN HEROIN. I oftentimes keep a google window open and, sort of subconsciously, I am constantly looking up facts / quotes / etc to support what I’m writing. This is is seemingly harmless — and yes the internet gives us access to all of the information and therefore the “truth” – but INSTEAD OF DIGGING INTO MY OWN BRAIN AND THINKING MY OWN THOUGHTS, I AM REGURGITATING THOUGHTS FROM THE INTERNET. The scenes then become driven by fact instead of emotion, and the moment a play leans away from feeling toward fact is the very moment it DIES. A play should be felt and then later fixed with fact. I hereby declare that I will henceforward write without internet, save the occasional break for Drunk girls being surprised for puppies, then of course back to work and thenmaybepuppiesagain.
This is a real thing that I saw on a cooking segment of the Today show this morning: DELTA PILLOWCASE TURKEY, in which you wrap a turkey in a pillowcase and then dump a bottle of red wine all over it, and then bake it.
IS IT NOT THE MOST WONDERFUL AND HORRIBLE THING YOU HAVE EVER HEARD? It’s as if Martha Stewart says it’s no bigs she can handle Thanksgiving by herself this year because she’s Martha Stewart, and no sure it’s okay bring the whole family it’s no big deal that the guest list is up to 80 and sure New York Times no problem you can also come and take pictures and no I haven’t been up crying all night and no I do not feel alone I feel great and OH GOD I FORGOT TO PUT THE TURKEY IN THE OVEN QUICK WRAP IT IN THE PILLOWCASE HAHAHAHHAHA WHERES THE WINE
We should all read this article in today’s NYT about the women who are involved with ISIS. I have been fascinated by the young, educated, world in front of them british teens who packed up and shipped off to Syria to be brides to suicide bombers — I’ve been wanting to write a play about them, and while I believe that a writer should writer whatever they’re pulled to — I feel like this story is far more complex than I could ever fathom, and I could never truly do their head spaces justice. For one, I was sort of projecting onto these young women a loneliness, a longing to Matter. But this article provides a slightly different glimpse: women who were born / raised in Raqqa, who, not even two years ago, were studying English Lit, swimming in bikinis with their friends. When ISIS took over the city, a lot of them felt like they had no choice but to join the ‘morality police’ and marry fighters, for their own safety and that of their families. A lot them actually fell in love with their husbands. A lot of them wept when their husbands subsequently blew themselves up. A lot were forced to marry yet another soon to be suicide bomber just one month later. Some fled. Some are still trapped in Syria. I like maybe all of America am on a quest to understand ISIS, not just the stereotypes and the assumptions, but what is actually going on in the heads of it’s members. Comprehending how women function in ISIS is PARAMOUNT. Without the women, where are the men? Is the part of them that’s still human and empathetic protected somehow in their women?
I KNOW WHAT THEY NEED
A while back, I created a web series for AwesomenessTV — Guidance — that was basically In Treatment, but with a guidance counselor in a school instead of a therapist. It traces the mystery of some scandalous pictures circulating around the school through one one sessions with the guidance counselor, the luminous Michelle Trachtenburg, as she questions and digs deeper into her students. At most to all times during the process, I had no idea how it was going to turn out, as I was juggling Switched and Secret as well, and often times felt like I wasn’t doing my best work. I still feel like I could have written more good, but the episodes are now on this Verizon app go90? because this is the future and apparently you can’t watch things online anymore, like that’s not even a thing. But the episodes LOOK AND SOUND AMAZING.
And what’s more, kids are INTERESTED AND ENGAGED AND EVEN WANT MORE.
So I guess, ah, my job here is done?
Quick photo recap from yesterday’s drop! At the top, the Women’s Project, who got a pizza and beer party because they are awesome ALL OF THE TIME.
Me: Yes, I will have the Spicy tuna roll with avocado.
Sushi Person: The what?
Me: ….The Spicy Tuna roll. With avocado.
Sushi Person: Oh, the Jessica Alba?
Me: ……Are you really going to make me say it?
Sushi Person: Okay so one Jessica Alba.
Sushi Person: Would you like some Avengers with that?
Sushi Person: Edamame.
Me: YOU KNOW WHAT? NEVERMIND.
My favorite thing about being a part of The Kilroys is that we’re not about hate or vitriol or rage against the machine that is the lack of gender parity in the American Theater. We’re about positivity and promoting awareness and creating opportunities and making change through pointing out what’s working. And today, we are about CAKE. Throughout the day, we are delivering chocolate cakes to thirteen theaters throughout the country that achieved gender parity in their seasons!
It was Sarah Gubbins’ idea and one of the best I’ve ever heard. Who doesn’t like cake? Idiots and thieves, are who. Instead of getting mad, we are giving cake. So far:
Women’s Playwright’s festival in DC:
Center Stage in Baltimore:
Timeline theater in Chicago:
I just wanna take a minute and be braggy on my manfriend, who volunteers with Art of Elysium, this truly wonderful nonprofit that sends actors, writers, visual artists, etc into hospitals to lift the spirits of kids. It’s basically exactly like this time that Johnny Depp randomly dropped in on some teen cancer patients dressed in full Jack Sparrow:
But over and over. Morrison gets to use his top notch improv and acting skills to make some bored and frustrated and ailing kids smile. Yesterday, they played an improv game in which the actor went out of the room, while the kids decided what crime he was guilty of. The actor then came back into the room, and through questions and answers, he had to guess his crime. My favorite: ‘guilty of stealing Taylor Swift’s pillowcase and placing it over the president’s TV.’ Once the crime has been guessed, the guilty party must then receive his funishment.
Which consists of singing / dancing / rapping / rapping while singing and dancing.
IS THAT NOT. THE BEST THING. THAT YOU HAVE EVER HEARD. IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.
THE DIXIE CHICKS, or the Pandora station in my brain all the time unless of course it’s December at which point it’s country Christmas, the emotional raw material for 60% of my plays, the soundtrack to my years 16-18, ARE GOING ON TOUR IN 2016. I never got to see these gals in my youth, and so I will be taking my adult money and purchasing BOX SEATS so that I can SEE THEIR FACES SING INTO THEM WITH BOTH VOLUME AND GRATITUDE. Here’s hoping they play, you know, nothing but old songs and the occasional Rihanna cover.