the brave little playwright ♥
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zukkokya♥ Just saw my actors in Kate Crackernuts! I'm so proud of them. ♥♥♥! And the show itself is fantastic. I'm in love. Completely. The Sheep's speech at the end -- I'm sorry I can't remember it now -- it unlocked something in my heart. (Yes. Sheep. Baaaah. That kind. Seriously. XDDD)
I've been so afraid of this play I'm writing now, and of telling the story I want to tell wrong. I sent an early draft to my professor -- the head of the theatre department, the head of the playwriting program and my mentor -- and he responded, "Essentially it’s a story you’ve been wanting to write since your first play."
He's right, and it's petrifying. Exhilarating, terrifying, wonderful, awful, beautiful and ragged. I love this play, even though I've said over and over that I hate it. I don't hate it -- I hate how I've told it. I avoided writing it for weeks because I didn't want to show that much of myself. I didn't want to bleed ink onto the page. But tonight, seeing my friends and my actors onstage and listening to this weird, gorgeous story, I remembered what it can be to be a writer.
It's isolated. Warm. Radiant. Weightless. Effortless. It's a release. It's pure. I remembered my story, and the love I want everyone to feel. The same warmth and radiance and weightlessness that I feel when I imagine the story.
I had a horrible moment this week -- what triggered it isn't important anymore. I'd heard my play read aloud, and how trite it sounded. This story was not the story I want to tell. These characters were not the people I love. I left the building and stood in the rock garden, staring into the damp, smoky clouds and wanting someone to come after me and tell me what I'd just heard was only a nightmare. But I couldn't face anyone, so I went back inside and up to my room. My empty room. I paused in front of my bed, unearthed my cell phone from my bag and considered who I wanted to see me this heartbroken. I put the phone away, convinced I couldn't speak, and visited the room of one of my fellow playwrights, but she wasn't there. In the stairwell, one flight from my floor, I collapsed.
I felt, so strongly, that I'd betrayed myself. I wasn't brave enough to tell this story, so I cheapened it by writing close to the surface. I'd betrayed myself and my play.
I've never felt more ashamed of myself.
Since then, I've been comforted over and over by my friends and peers. Some understand better than others how much it hurts to think you've failed so publicly. What they've said to me helped a great deal, and I wouldn't imagine my life now without them. ♥
Kate Mulgrew told me recently that I would find the most frightening way of knowing myself completely in my solitude.
Tonight, after watching Sheila Callaghan's play, seeing so much raw truth and utter strangeness, I'm starting to understand.
I believe bravery is infinite. Love, in any form -- be it for yourself, a craft, a person -- is courage.
I love this story, and as long as I love it, it will be honest.
And honesty, I think, is all I ever want to aim for. In writing and in life.
♥ All this from a play called "Kate Crackernuts."
The tagline they're using to draw a crowd is, "Grab your nuts." I ... really love my major. XDDD
♥ I saw David and Jake after the show, and I hugged them both and I told them I'm proud of them and they'll always be my actors to me. I love those boys. My genius actors. *BEAMS*
♥ JE Epilogue Meme. I don't usually ask to be cheered up, but I think I could stand to do it more often. ♥
♥ Classes are finished! And still this is the busiest week imaginable. O__o Someone explain this to me, please. On the upside, my End-of-Semester massage got moved to tomorrow, so I had a full hour to write Yoko/Hina/Subaru and Subassan. ♥ :D
♥ I have to mention this because I watched it last night and I'm still rolling --
Reason Number 72*WEWJU@*&@@ Why Subaru is Amazing:
Half-awake whipping himself with a plastic snake moaning "kimochi."
Whenever I think I can't love him more. XDDD
Also, ridiculously hot/adorable half awake.
That whole hour, in fact, is magical. XDDD Ryo's such a puppy. And Ohkura smiling patiently because he's very amused by his psychotic coworkers. Hina going along with them because he recognizes karma. Cranky Yasu getting smacked, poked and slapped minutes after a Kanjani8 wake-up call. Yoko flailing with *_* face. BEWILDERED MARU. XDDD
When Merry-sensei gets back from Japan, I'm begging for a translation.
♥ Overall, am sleepy, but I'm happy. &hearts♥♥
Today's Hot Moment!
きょうのかっこいいしゅんかん!
Yasu: Oyahou gozaimasu!
Subaru: ...That is not where I left you.
チュ
-キラキラ！
♥♥♥
I've been so afraid of this play I'm writing now, and of telling the story I want to tell wrong. I sent an early draft to my professor -- the head of the theatre department, the head of the playwriting program and my mentor -- and he responded, "Essentially it’s a story you’ve been wanting to write since your first play."
He's right, and it's petrifying. Exhilarating, terrifying, wonderful, awful, beautiful and ragged. I love this play, even though I've said over and over that I hate it. I don't hate it -- I hate how I've told it. I avoided writing it for weeks because I didn't want to show that much of myself. I didn't want to bleed ink onto the page. But tonight, seeing my friends and my actors onstage and listening to this weird, gorgeous story, I remembered what it can be to be a writer.
It's isolated. Warm. Radiant. Weightless. Effortless. It's a release. It's pure. I remembered my story, and the love I want everyone to feel. The same warmth and radiance and weightlessness that I feel when I imagine the story.
I had a horrible moment this week -- what triggered it isn't important anymore. I'd heard my play read aloud, and how trite it sounded. This story was not the story I want to tell. These characters were not the people I love. I left the building and stood in the rock garden, staring into the damp, smoky clouds and wanting someone to come after me and tell me what I'd just heard was only a nightmare. But I couldn't face anyone, so I went back inside and up to my room. My empty room. I paused in front of my bed, unearthed my cell phone from my bag and considered who I wanted to see me this heartbroken. I put the phone away, convinced I couldn't speak, and visited the room of one of my fellow playwrights, but she wasn't there. In the stairwell, one flight from my floor, I collapsed.
I felt, so strongly, that I'd betrayed myself. I wasn't brave enough to tell this story, so I cheapened it by writing close to the surface. I'd betrayed myself and my play.
I've never felt more ashamed of myself.
Since then, I've been comforted over and over by my friends and peers. Some understand better than others how much it hurts to think you've failed so publicly. What they've said to me helped a great deal, and I wouldn't imagine my life now without them. ♥
Kate Mulgrew told me recently that I would find the most frightening way of knowing myself completely in my solitude.
Tonight, after watching Sheila Callaghan's play, seeing so much raw truth and utter strangeness, I'm starting to understand.
I believe bravery is infinite. Love, in any form -- be it for yourself, a craft, a person -- is courage.
I love this story, and as long as I love it, it will be honest.
And honesty, I think, is all I ever want to aim for. In writing and in life.
♥ All this from a play called "Kate Crackernuts."
The tagline they're using to draw a crowd is, "Grab your nuts." I ... really love my major. XDDD
♥ I saw David and Jake after the show, and I hugged them both and I told them I'm proud of them and they'll always be my actors to me. I love those boys. My genius actors. *BEAMS*
♥ JE Epilogue Meme. I don't usually ask to be cheered up, but I think I could stand to do it more often. ♥
♥ Classes are finished! And still this is the busiest week imaginable. O__o Someone explain this to me, please. On the upside, my End-of-Semester massage got moved to tomorrow, so I had a full hour to write Yoko/Hina/Subaru and Subassan. ♥ :D
♥ I have to mention this because I watched it last night and I'm still rolling --
Reason Number 72*WEWJU@*&@@ Why Subaru is Amazing:
Half-awake whipping himself with a plastic snake moaning "kimochi."
Whenever I think I can't love him more. XDDD
Also, ridiculously hot/adorable half awake.
That whole hour, in fact, is magical. XDDD Ryo's such a puppy. And Ohkura smiling patiently because he's very amused by his psychotic coworkers. Hina going along with them because he recognizes karma. Cranky Yasu getting smacked, poked and slapped minutes after a Kanjani8 wake-up call. Yoko flailing with *_* face. BEWILDERED MARU. XDDD
When Merry-sensei gets back from Japan, I'm begging for a translation.
♥ Overall, am sleepy, but I'm happy. &hearts♥♥
Today's Hot Moment!
きょうのかっこいいしゅんかん!
Yasu: Oyahou gozaimasu!
Subaru: ...That is not where I left you.
チュ
-キラキラ！
♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)That's what I keep hearing, and what I've come to respect about this play. Initially I thought it would be easiest since it's the story I most want to tell right now. But I forgot that the whole bare-your-soul part is actually rather terrifying.
It sounds kind of trite to say this under the circumstances, but good luck. I'm sure you'll succeed in telling the story that you want, but I hope it doesn't drive you too crazy in the interim.
This means a lot to me. So -- not trite. :) ♥
Serious stuff aside: wasn't that waking up thing marvelous?
YES! XDDDD I swear, Ryo is a puppy. A genuine puppy. It's like that Eargasm clip. When the woman wakes him up and he's all adorably blinky and wide-eyed. Just. Come on, Ryo! Play fair! *wibbles*
Subaru is endlessly awesome. XDDD I love Hina reaching to restrain him going, "Okay, okay."
And I love that they didn't edit that whole thing out somehow. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:32 am (UTC)He really is (sometimes, anyway). Sleepy and/or embarrassed Ryo is my favorite thing ever, just because he's so ridiculously adorable.
It is weird that they let Subaru get away with something that questionable, but it doesn't entirely surprise me. Japan has odd standards sometimes (see also: that dominatrix lady who keeps showing up on TV shows). Anyway, I think everyone expects that sort of thing from him by now.
My favorite part, I think, was still that they made Ohkura, Maru and Ryo wake up two nights in a row just because Yasu hadn't gone to bed yet on the first night, and then the second night still sort of failed because Yasu had just gone to sleep. They all looked so dead the second time around, and Ohkura looked very amusingly pissed off. XD
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:38 am (UTC)My favorite part, I think, was still that they made Ohkura, Maru and Ryo wake up two nights in a row just because Yasu hadn't gone to bed yet on the first night, and then the second night still sort of failed because Yasu had just gone to sleep.
XDDDD Is that what happened? I need to watch it a second time. Poor Ohkura, the sweetie. Although in all honesty, the boy does "annoyed" very attractively. ♥
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:45 am (UTC)Yup, they said that Yasu stayed up late practicing guitar (and writing lyrics, I guess, since they read off some lyrics he'd been writing) and was still awake when they went for him the first night. Then they went back the second night a little earlier, and he said he'd gone to sleep maybe 20 minutes before. Then they all gave him a hard time about how he needs to sleep for. That would be why Yasu was so much more chipper than the rest of them, who actually got woken up out of sound sleep.
In short, even when it comes to these kind of waking up things, K8 is made of fail. XD I love them.
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:56 am (UTC)Why do I suspect that one of Subaru's three wishes would be for the permanent virility of a twenty-year-old? ♥
OHHH. That's right, I remember Subaru reading his lyrics! This is part of what I'm gonna ask Mer to translate! :D Or I'll just convince her to watch the whole thing with me and translate as we go. I'll see if she wants fic in return, or something, because I feel bad asking her to translate every time I see K8 do something funny. XDDD
Eito's fail is amazing. I love Yoko's bobbing around all dazed. And Hina blurting out loudly when he hears them. Just. Endless amusement. XDDD
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Date: 2007-12-12 06:05 am (UTC)I think I can figure out most of the lyrics, but you're probably better off asking Mer, seeing as she actually knows Japanese. XD From what I can tell, though, it's...very Yasu-ish, if slightly emo-sounding. He writes pretty lyrics.
Yeah, Yoko was funny because he was all "I knew this was coming, I just didn't know when..." And he lucked out since he didn't have to get dragged out of bed to go wake up more people. He and Subaru definitely got off easy, between that and being woken up in the morning instead of in the middle of the night.
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Date: 2007-12-12 03:18 pm (UTC)Yes, it is.
*stare*
...
;)
From what I can tell, though, it's...very Yasu-ish, if slightly emo-sounding. He writes pretty lyrics.
See, one of the few upsides to not knowing the language well enough to understand more than a few words is you change focus more often. Watching Yasu as Subaru read -- awww.
See! See! Default reaction to Yasu: awww! What is he made of?
Yeah, Yoko was funny because he was all "I knew this was coming, I just didn't know when..."
XDDD Yoko believes in karma.
I'm imagining this scenario where Yoko wants Hina to sleep in his room and Hina's all :|-faced and says no and Yoko thinks, Ohhh, because only revenge would prevent sex, so he spends the next week aware but annoyed. :D
And then revenge was had and sex followed and the world righted itself to a place where Hina flippantly smacks his friends and unknowingly builds up a stack of karma against him while Yoko keeps tallying.
*BEAMS* THE END.