$10,000 to see a bunch of monkeys write?

Nah. The idea was to get a bunch of playwrights to lock themselves up and write for 24 hours, in the hope that others would show a little mercy and sponsor us to do so. All to support Alberta Playwrights Network, who would, in turn support those playwrights. The goal was a rather whopping $10,000,Continue reading “$10,000 to see a bunch of monkeys write?”

Audacity.

Robert O’Hara used this word a lot in our breakout session, Don’t F*ck with my Play, yesterday at Banff. About we playwrights having the audacity to say to a director: “No, I can’t work with you.” To people not in theatre: “No, this is not just a hobby.” To the director, producer, or actors whoContinue reading “Audacity.”

Oh my God…that WAS amazing.

Twitter has its uses. Oh yes. “Retweet this for your chance to win tickets to War Horse !” said VUE. The touring production at the Jubilee Auditorium. I re-tweeted it without a thought. And that evening after work (because I’m one of those people who puts her phone away during work hours), I got aContinue reading “Oh my God…that WAS amazing.”

I’ve got Banff-playwright squidgies

I don’t know how else to describe it. Oh, there’s been a lack of time, certainly. Partly it’s procrastination – never had I felt a stronger need to wash and sanitize my rubbish bins and change my cat’s litter than this past weekend. But the greatest enemy is SELF-DOUBT. Never doubt that. And it tookContinue reading “I’ve got Banff-playwright squidgies”

Pulling the plug.

This weekend, I gave up on something. It hadn’t gotten very far, but it was something I’d been very excited about, and I was forced to admit that I simply don’t have the time or wherewithal to be a producer anymore. It sucks. But I decided I would rather pull the plug now, before tooContinue reading “Pulling the plug.”

Why I dislike being a “woman writer”.

Besides the fact that “woman” in this case is used as an adjective when it’s a NOUN. I HATE THAT. This post may seem like I’m looking the gift horse in the mouth, and I genuinely don’t know why this occurred to me today, but it has, so here we go: This morning, I receivedContinue reading “Why I dislike being a “woman writer”.”

More non-news on the thing I can’t talk about yet.

If I have any regular readers at all, this must look just weird. And anyone running across this will think, if I’m unlucky, “Oh look! A non-post. How deconstructionist!” What I’m referring to is THIS, and the news I can’t talk about yet IS: I have a date and a venue for a show, ifContinue reading “More non-news on the thing I can’t talk about yet.”

Two performances, and no more…

This past week, a very young Edmonton actor, Adam Cope, died. A memorial is being held for him on Tuesday. I first saw him play King Mark, the husband of Isolde, in a brand new production of Tristan and Isolde in March this year, at the Serca Festival of Irish Theatre. He was a fairlyContinue reading “Two performances, and no more…”

The day a dozen firemen rescued me!

Sort of. Once again, we can thank Twitter: Now they're coming back down Shaw, sirens off. Best false alarm ever? — Sharilyn Johnson (@thirdbeat) July 10, 2013 @thirdbeat I have a long story about how I got a dozen firemen to come to my office once. Great day. May have to blog it… — HeatherContinue reading “The day a dozen firemen rescued me!”