come say hi and have GELATO!

Okay, I’M having gelato. You can have whatever you want. The intrepid executive director of Alberta Playwrights Network is going to be in Edmonton for Wordshed this weekend, and Friday night, June 20, a bunch of we playwrights are getting together at Block 1912 on Whyte Ave. I’ll be there, and if you’re cool, soContinue reading “come say hi and have GELATO!”

Reasons I hate being single #1: Roadside Assistance (or, How I spent Father’s Day)

Most men like cars, and thus, most men have a car. Many also fancy themselves mechanics: whether or not they are, they’ve made the weekend trips to Canadian Tire, and acquired the tools to do basic auto repairs without causing too much harm. So: If you’re in a relationship, you likely have access to: A)Continue reading “Reasons I hate being single #1: Roadside Assistance (or, How I spent Father’s Day)”

The reason I walked out of a show? Endometriosis.

Brigitte: Are you sure it’s just cramps? Ginger: Just so you know…the words “just” and “cramps,” they don’t go together. From the film Ginger Snaps This is something I had never, NEVER, done before. I have a condition called endometriosis. (WARNING – description of female biology coming!) Basically, the stuff that comes out during aContinue reading “The reason I walked out of a show? Endometriosis.”

THE WHEATLEYS KNOW WHO I AM.

In the great sea of the internet, anyway. This is what happened on Twitter today: I have been waiting to see this film since last July. I tweeted this musing randomly (what else is Twitter but random musing?) on my lunch break from my day job. And get a reply from what I incredulously assumedContinue reading “THE WHEATLEYS KNOW WHO I AM.”

“So you want to be a writer?”

For various reasons, I haven’t been writing lately. I have a new(ish) day job, which I go in to early and sometimes stay late at…and occasionally, it’s going into the weekends. I’m enjoying it. It’s a lot of responsibility, and at 39, I’m beginning to feel like an… adult. I’ve rearranged a number of otherContinue reading ““So you want to be a writer?””

Who’d like to pick a name that will live FOREVER??

Mwa ha ha. The Writeathon is in T minus 2 hours. I’ve been tasked with keeping YOU glued to the internet for the duration, so here’s my carrot: I will be auctioning off the FOLLOWING NAMES of characters and places IN MY PLAY, The Ugly Princess, as I write it. Click HERE to donate. ForContinue reading “Who’d like to pick a name that will live FOREVER??”

$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.”

I am a lucky bunny. For one: I haven’t met a rutting elk.

Not a joke. Genuinely. Getting between a male elk – the ones with the ANTLERS – and the rest of his heard when all he’s thinking of is mating…bad. I feel a bit bad that I haven’t really put myself in any danger of meeting an elk here in Banff, because I haven’t been outsideContinue reading “I am a lucky bunny. For one: I haven’t met a rutting elk.”