Amounting to Something More than Jack Squat
So a play I wrote about the sacrifice of a Polish priest at Auschwitz is getting a full workshop/production at a small black box space at Belmont University in Nashville, TN. The whole thing kicked off almost three and a half years ago, and I'm frankly amazed and horrified... I'm horrimazed... amorrifazed that it's come to fruition. In some some dark self-depreciative corner of my psyche where self-worth is a fart joke punchline, I never expected the piece to come to anything of substance and was preparing myself for the ultimate guilt I would feel after raising so much money for research purposes. I worked in finance for a while and concern for one's return on investment is ever before me -- the dividend being a respectable production that doesn't germinate the seed of regret nestled in my benefactors' subconscious.
I'm at the point now where the main voice in my head is THIS IS ALL HORSESHIT AND EVERYONE'S GOING TO NOW KNOW WHAT A CREATIVE HACK YOU ARE! YOU STUPID BASTARD! IT'S TOO LATE! YOU MAY HAVE BEEN A PASSABLE ACTOR BUT YOU ARE A DEPLORABLE WRITER! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
Granted there are still small beats of the play that remain somewhat clunky or unclear -- my ultimate hope being that these little potholes will get filled in during the staging as often happens with new plays. Thankfully, the director I'm working with is sensitive to these concerns and will be a constructive voice in the room.
The play is ultimately about hope, how it can be born in a world of seemingly impenetrable scarcity. Though I know a lot of people are concerned with the state of the country and even what might happen tomorrow, I don't want the piece to become political per se, and that certainly was not the intent setting out. All the plays I love about big questions stand on their own without any sort of political agenda.