by Cameryn Moore
I accept the fact that being off-tour turns me into a bit of a slug, both physically and mentally. Rather, I accept that as a tendency, but I fight it constantly, trying to keep my forward action going, maintain at least a little bit of moistness in the dregs of my reservoir of creative juices. I’ve learned not to fight it with lists and a well-ordered production process and daily affirmations, etc. I could try those things, I suppose, incorporate that stuff more consciously into my work life. Mostly I’ve been relying on the element of surprise.
when I sit down and stare at the computer screen, it feels as though I’m seeing the script with those horse blinkers on
So, purely for an example, these days I’m thinking really hard about getting back to Edinburgh, trying to raise funds, contriving ways and means, but my thinking seems to be crystallized around it, and all I can think is “I’m late, I missed this deadline, oh god, I’m never going to do it.” And then out of nowhere I get an email from the producer of a tiny Fringe in the southwest of England, inviting me to perform there this summer. That’s some pretty startling, forces me to get real about getting there, and some pretty positive shit as well, given that up until now I was thinking that I had gotten nothing in the way of concrete leads out of the Edinburgh Fringe last year. But that’s where the director of this tiny Fringe saw me, so my going over there last August actually worked for something. Shocking, right? Floored the fuck out of me.
The 24-Hour Plays concept is this: playwrights work for 12 hours overnight to create scripts for a 10- to 15-minute play, the directors work all that day, and the plays are presented that night. Just a couple of months ago, I happened to be in Atlanta at the same time that a theatre organization was doing the same kind of thing, and it was stunning, something akin to the Fringe creative experience compressed into one 24-hour burst. Just like at the Fringe, some things can suck, and some things can be amazing, but it just happens, and if you’re on one of the creative teams, you have the deadline and you have no choice: it will happen.
Hey, creative me! SURPRISE!