In summer of 2008, over drinks with a friend of mine who is also an actor, I was complaining (as usual) about my career. His reply was simple: "If you're bored, you should create your own work."
Scary! "But I don't know how. Where do I start? What do I do?"
He said, "Write from you. Write about what you know."
I responded geekily, "Well, I am an avid diary-writer..."
And he answered, "So, just start re-reading what you've already written. Look for patterns, then write a scene."
It was that initial conversation (as well as some other huge pointers from equally cool people) that led me to finding Matt Hoverman's writing class, aptly titled "Create Your Own Solo Show." The resulting show, “Love. Guts. High School” was developed over a twelve month period. It's a 60-minute show about chasing one boy obsessively through high school, and its my attempt at discovering how your high school experience can affect your adult ideas of love.
High school is about figuring out who you are, how you fit into society, how you relate to other people. So is dating, in a way. Given that love has a lot to do with your sense of self I wanted to find out, How much can a messy teenage relationship alter who you are? Do you ever wonder if you got wired wrong? Well, I do. And I wrote this solo show to find the answer.
So where's this money going to? Well, I've set my sights on two upcoming reputable solo show festivals in New York - Midtown International Theater Festival (June 2012) and the New York International Fringe (August 2012). I'm still waiting to hear back from both, but I also intend on taking this show beyond NYC in 2013.
$20 at a bar is a cocktail and a tip (at least in New York). But $20 for me would mean I'm one step closer to my goal of creating my own fulfilling work. If 125 people gave $20 I'd have my entire budget! More than that, your vote of confidence would mean so much to me.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story and learn about my project! I am grateful to you in advance for supporting this project that empowers me to have my voice heard.
- (33 days)