The Card
What a lovely card to shade my Tuesday.
Whenever I see the Ten of Cups in a person's spread, I usually get to breathe a sigh of relief and get genuinely happy because it more often than not indicates the end of a difficult journey and the beginning of a fresh, new one. More often specifically to love than anything else. But there are lots of ways journeys end. And usually it indicates a letting go. A way to live in a new life. A way to begin something. Maybe it refers to the end of a tumultuous time in a romantic relationship. Which means you weathered the storm. Which means you did the impossible. Which is magical.
Here she be:
But the flip side to this card, as there is a flip side to every one, is that it could just mean the end of a relationship. Just the bitter, battled end. Weathered the storm and came out broken instead of whole. So I decided to go that route instead.
The Process
My wonderful boyfriend, Adeel Salman, is an extremely talented and amazing artist in his own right. He's also writing 31 Plays and he's awesome and handsome and funny and fun and I love him annnd ....What was I saying again?
OH YAH, he can play guitar like no other. And the other day I was telling him that I felt stuck regarding a different project of mine, like nothing I was writing was really mine. He gave me advice that one of his guitar instructors told him about composing....
1. Play your favorite notes
2. Play the chords you know best.
I think that's easily applicable to playwriting when it comes down to it. We all have our favorite words, phrases, images that make our minds water with possibility. Same with the things that we can do best, whether it be writing a monologue, using heightened language, realistic dialogue, writing action and setting, whatever it may be.
Here's an Excerpt!
In conclusion....
So this graveyard thing...that's interesting. I'm liking it. No complaints! Maybe I'll write a whole play about things that take place in a graveyard. Because that's always a good time.
What a lovely card to shade my Tuesday.
Whenever I see the Ten of Cups in a person's spread, I usually get to breathe a sigh of relief and get genuinely happy because it more often than not indicates the end of a difficult journey and the beginning of a fresh, new one. More often specifically to love than anything else. But there are lots of ways journeys end. And usually it indicates a letting go. A way to live in a new life. A way to begin something. Maybe it refers to the end of a tumultuous time in a romantic relationship. Which means you weathered the storm. Which means you did the impossible. Which is magical.
Here she be:
But the flip side to this card, as there is a flip side to every one, is that it could just mean the end of a relationship. Just the bitter, battled end. Weathered the storm and came out broken instead of whole. So I decided to go that route instead.
The Process
My wonderful boyfriend, Adeel Salman, is an extremely talented and amazing artist in his own right. He's also writing 31 Plays and he's awesome and handsome and funny and fun and I love him annnd ....What was I saying again?
OH YAH, he can play guitar like no other. And the other day I was telling him that I felt stuck regarding a different project of mine, like nothing I was writing was really mine. He gave me advice that one of his guitar instructors told him about composing....
1. Play your favorite notes
2. Play the chords you know best.
I think that's easily applicable to playwriting when it comes down to it. We all have our favorite words, phrases, images that make our minds water with possibility. Same with the things that we can do best, whether it be writing a monologue, using heightened language, realistic dialogue, writing action and setting, whatever it may be.
Here's an Excerpt!
[A woman stands at
a grave. The gravestone is plain but
there are a few bouquets of wilting flowers ontop of it. She touches the flowers gently. Strokes them.
Gently.]
WOMAN
Asshole.
[She turns to leave
but can’t force herself away. She turns
back to the grave. Speaks to it. While
she speaks, another woman enters, holding flowers. She recognizes the woman at
the grave. Stops. Watches her. Closely.]
WOMAN
I never got to
.
.
.
I could never say
/
/
ASSHOLE.
Asshole.
WOMAN 2
He didn’t suffer much
[WOMAN starts.]
WOMAN 2
If that’s what you wanted to hear.
[Beat. Long.
Too long]
WOMAN 2
I don’t even think he got a chance to realize he was
dying before he was dead.
WOMAN
How have you been?
WOMAN 2
Fine.
Yourself?
WOMAN
Wonderful
WOMAN 2
Good
WOMAN
Great
WOMAN 2
Yes.
.
.
.
You look…pretty.
WOMAN
I didn’t mean-
WOMAN 2
Yes you did.
.
Yes you did.
WOMAN
I know.
I’m sorry.
WOMAN 2
All right.
In conclusion....
So this graveyard thing...that's interesting. I'm liking it. No complaints! Maybe I'll write a whole play about things that take place in a graveyard. Because that's always a good time.
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