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| From "Agent Free" in the Mar/Apr 2011 issue of The Dramatist. |
- Margaret Baldwin
- Evan Guilford-Blake
- EM Lewis
- Matthew Bennett
- Jeanne Drennan
- Topher Payne
- Valetta Anderson
- Michael Korie
- Doug Wright
- Micki Grant
- Susan Birkenhead
- Tina Howe
- Craig Carnelia
Showing posts with label feature article. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feature article. Show all posts
Sunday, May 22, 2011
A Little Article about Agents in "The Dramatist"
The March/April 2011 issue of "The Dramatist" -- the Journal of the Dramatist Guild of America -- is all about agents. "The Agents Issue" is an appropriate moniker, as the question of whether or not you need an agent to be a successful playwright in today's world is one that comes up regularly.
Writing from the "Agent Free" perspective, dramatists who are "surviving, even thriving without an agent."
Monday, June 7, 2010
A Lovely Gift from Lee
As I leave Los Angeles and head back east for a year-long writing residency, my teacher, mentor and friend Lee Wochner gave me some lovely words, in lieu of flowers. You can see the article here in the LA Stage Blog.
A big thank you to Lee, who has helped me so much through the years -- opening doors and encouraging me through them. His "Words That Speak" playwriting workshop is one of the things I'll miss most about Los Angeles. What am I going to do with my Saturday mornings without that rigorous criticism, delightful theater conversation and donuts???
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Our Town
The monthly "Our Town" paper -- which covers events and activities from the area in rural Oregon where I'm from -- did a little feature article about me. Home town girl makes good.
It felt very nice to have an article in my hometown paper. My folks have been fielding neighbors' reactions ("So that's where she went!" and "Good on her!" and that sort of thing.)
Growing up in rural Oregon, on a small farm, was really wonderful. We didn't have a lot... but then again, we did. Trees to climb. Space to run around in. A creek to wade in, shrieking when we saw crawdaddies. Berries to pick. Chickens to feed. Grandparents just down the road. Cats to carry around. Books from the local library. A small school where everyone (in all nine grades) knew your name, or at least who your folks were.
I miss it sometimes.
It felt very nice to have an article in my hometown paper. My folks have been fielding neighbors' reactions ("So that's where she went!" and "Good on her!" and that sort of thing.)
Growing up in rural Oregon, on a small farm, was really wonderful. We didn't have a lot... but then again, we did. Trees to climb. Space to run around in. A creek to wade in, shrieking when we saw crawdaddies. Berries to pick. Chickens to feed. Grandparents just down the road. Cats to carry around. Books from the local library. A small school where everyone (in all nine grades) knew your name, or at least who your folks were.
I miss it sometimes.
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