Writing

Writing is such a catharsis for me. I so enjoy putting the random thoughts in my head onto a blank screen. I just wrote a script for my church's drama team, and it is certainly not a Pulitzer Prize winning peace of literature. But it is fun, and I like it. (And I knocked it out in about 15 minutes, an extra 5 for revisions. Which is good because I don't have the patience for any more time than that!) And I get to see it come to life (and, oddly, Scott and I are already cast in it, so I'll be the one bringing it to life). Which is an interesting experience of its own. I wrote a full-length play this past spring, and I'm pretty sure that it's not as good as it could be. So I'll spend some time reviewing and revising it this summer. But I wonder to myself what purpose it will serve.

In watching something like "Funeral Wedding", I am awed by the abilities of real playwrights, their ability to take words and relationships and make them not only real, but quirky and interesting. I think I'm pretty good at the real, not so good at the quirky and interesting. Which makes me boring, really. Which is why, even though I love my play, and I'm very attached to the characters, it will probably never go anywhere significant. I don't view this as particularly harsh, I view it more as realism. It's okay. I can take it.

But I'm glad that I get to put words on screen (paper is too difficult for me because the speed of my thoughts FAR surpasses the speed of my ability to write, while the speed of my typing keeps up pretty well), to keep those thoughts churning out. Because even if I haven't written anything significant yet (and I'm not getting any younger), I know that it might still be in there somewhere. Who knows? Maybe I'll turn out to be a really good writer. And maybe I won't. But it's fun to put my thoughts out there and let them try to be something great...we shall see...