Week Thirty One: Fallen!

Here it is! At long last! A story about God's favorite who falls but doesn't know it:

Kind of.

It feels like a long, long time since I've written something new, and that's probably because it has been. But it felt good. While it's been a tremendous year for me in terms of playwrighterly success, I've been too focused on marketing the stuff I've written and not nearly enough on writing new stuff.

Back to the well, then. Onward to Week Thirty Two!

Getting back in the hobbit

[DISCLAIMER: This post has absolutely nothing to do with the works of J.R.R. Tolkien or Peter Jackson's movies... though while we're on the topic, how disappointing are these The Hobbit movies? I mean, those Lord of the Rings movies were a ten-hour masterwork, and though it's basically the same creative team, these new ones are just CGI spectacule junk, don't you think? I don't care about these characters, I'm never worried that they're in actual peril, and there are some sequences that seem to exist just to crank the goofiness up to eleven. Also it turns out that Legolas is an elf sepremacist, which, really dude, not cool. Anyway, this post has nothing to do with any of that... though, I guess, now it kinda does?]

Last season on the Unwritten Word, I wrote about how I knew I needed a newish direction for the blog, but wasn't sure what that should be.

Well, this will surprise no one, but two months later, I still don't know. Things have been going really well on the "being a playwright" front (check out www.brandoncrose.com if you're curious about that), but these days I'm submitting to opportunities much more often than I am writing new stuff.

And so I return to you, blog, even if your premise is flawed. I'm going to restart the weekly challenges, and you are all more than welcome to play too (please brag in the comments if you do!), but I'm going to stop the whole "Sunday deadline" thing. Who am I to give you deadlines? Really.

I need to get back into the habit/hobbit of writing every day, and hopefully you guys can keep me honest about that. 

So, where were we? Ah right: Story about God's favorite who falls, but doesn't know it.

I don't know the Bible nearly well enough to give this the literal treatment, so maybe I'll just play around with the following:

FOUL LANGUAGE ALERT!

...maybe I should have written that first? 

Week Twenty Six: Use objects instead of showing them

Heyyyy welcome back! Hope your Labor Day weekend (if you celebrate it) was relaxing and such.

For those following along at home, I cranked out five short plays in just over two hours for my 31 Plays in 31 Days challenge, bringing the total to (YES) thirty one on Friday afternoon, just moments before leaving for Vacationland. 

Wooooo me! Read 'em here if you dare. I was surprised by how much fun I was able to have with them, and I think there's at least a few keepers in there worthy of revision and then... production? WE SHALL SEE.

So anyway, back to the task at hand. Quit showin' yer objects, wouldja? Use 'em—that's what they're for! The gun is not sleek and cool in your palm—the gun goes off. 

It's more of an imperative than a writing prompt, but I think some interesting stuff could come of it. 

300 words by Sunday (September 8th) at midnight.

Where is Week Twenty Six?

Okay, time to fess up: I'm blowing this week off to crank out the last of my 31 Plays in 31 Days effort. I'm off to Vacationland as of Friday afternoon, so I need to post and upload six more of these suckers between now and then. CAN HE DO IT?

Check 'em out if you haven't! My favorites are probably Bad Day, Eh and How to Eat a Fresh Maine Blobster. Going Viral is also pretty funny.

In the meanwhile, here's a beautiful and eloquently stated piece about art and life and work and passion and also dinosaurs.

What are you working on?

Week Twenty Five: Order'd!

This 'un is mine!

It's another cross post with my 31 Plays in 31 Days effort. You can see that I am a little behind. Excited by what I've come up with, though.

Now that I have showed you mine, I entreat you to show me yours.

Week Twenty Four: Planned!

Yep, another play. Last last week, I'm doubling up my Unwritten Word prompts with my 31 Plays in 31 Days challenge. 

Read it here. Read it, I say!

So, whatcha got? Where izzit? 100 words! Write 'em now if you haven't. Anyone can write 100 words. Especially you. You moreso than most. 

Give 'em here!

Week Twenty Three: Intelligent'ed!

I decided to use this prompt in conjunction with this August's 31 Plays in 31 Days challenge I'm attempting.

Synergy!

You can read my stab at Week Twenty Three's prompt here, and you can read the other plays I've completed so far here at my professionalish website.

(Because one impossible writerly challenge is not enough—he needs two.)

But back to Week Twenty Three: Share 'em! Link 'em! Write 'em! (Possibly not in that order.)

Week Fourteen: Dreams - mixed with everyday life? Premonitions?

Little smudgy, this prompt. Maybe smudgy enough that you didn't notice how Freshman-me mispelled "premonitions"? 

Sounds like I was reaching for something pretty "deep" with this one. Do I remember what, exactly? I do not.

However! Given my recent successes with playwrighting I've been hungry to try my hand at another ten-minute play.

This seems like a decent place to start.