Playwriting Workshop – Day 8 – Create a Stock Company [updated]

Hi playwrights! This week, as we make our way through the intermediate workshop exercises in The Playwright’s Handbook, we’re going to be writing a few more scenes. First things first. We’ll need to have some characters on hand to cast in our scenes.

Day 8 – Create a Stock Company: Create six characters to use in the Intermediate exercises. Three of the characters should be based on people you observe in the present, and three of the characters should be based on people you knew in the past. Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

At this point, your character descriptions don’t have to be very long. Give us your character’s name, age, the very basics of what he or she looks like, and a line or two about his or her personality, history, or relationship to one or more of the other characters. Finally, think of one way this character will stick out. Is it the way she’s dressed? Is it something odd that he keeps doing? Does this character demand to be the center of attention? Does she have an unusual speech pattern or nervous habit? Try to think of something that will provoke a reaction from some of your other characters.

And don’t try too hard to figure out how the characters know each other or what their roles will be in the scenes you will write. Maybe a couple of them know each other already, but it’s also just fine if they a bunch of random people whose paths are about to collide.

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ALICEA
Maria Luisa Alicea Garcia de la Renta (“please, baby, you gotta just call me Alicea”), 50, is the owner of De La Renta’s, a strip mall hair salon in a middle-class Midwestern town. A former prosecutor and the state’s first Latina lieutenant governor, seven years ago Alicea suffered a closed-head injury while snowmobiling with her boyfriend and spent six months in a medically induced coma. In moments of great lucidity, when no one would suspect that she has cognitive problems, Alicea has built a small but thriving business to supplement her disability payments. In bad moments, her staff covers for her or, in some cases, takes advantage of her short-term memory loss. Alicea’s boyfriend Patrick, consumed by guilt over his role in the accident, now dotes on her. 

JACK
Jack Kling, 36, is a beauty-school dropout who traded sexual favors with a closeted county official to obtain his license to work as a hair stylist. He specializes in “set and sprays” for blue-haired old ladies, who find him irresistibly charming. He flirts with them shamelessly, as only an obviously gay man can. Jack is partial to cutoff denim shorts, Havainas, and designer white tank tops, which he wears with Hermes neckerchiefs the old ladies bring him back from London, Paris, and Naples (Florida). Jack recently moved into an impeccably preserved Frank Lloyd Wright-designed home that his celebrity architect boyfriend purchased for them, on the occasion of their one-year anniversary. Architecture students touring the home from the nearby university are often thrilled to find Jack, dressed in boxer briefs and a lavender chenille robe, chain smoking and sipping espresso from a chaise lounge in the home’s interior courtyard.

PHIL
Philip K. Roundtree, 59, is the founding partner of Roundtree & Associates, a boutique law firm representing start-up companies in patent and trademark litigation. Tall and doughy, partial to brown suits and wide-striped ties, and vain with his hair, Roundtree receives a weekly “man”icure that is little more than a blunt cut and buff, but makes him feel quite European. Having just sent his only child Madeline off to college in the South, Roundtree is rather flagrantly carrying on an extramarital affair with a 25-year-old woman he met at Starbucks.

MS. SWITCH
Linda Swiechzkowski (“Ms. Switch” to her students), 53, is an unmarried high school English teacher who tends toward the morbid, opening her class with Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery,” Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes,” and rounding out the semester with lots of H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allen Poe. Tall and awkwardly thin, she wears high-waisted pleated slacks and sweater sets in cheerful pastel colors, with low chunky heels. Her hair is short and spikey, and her bony wrists and ankles protrude from her clothing as if she inherited the wardrobe of some slightly plumper, slightly shorter English teacher who came before her.

ARIEL
Ariel Jones, 17, is the only bi-racial student at the large high school in her still-yes-still-segregated Midwestern town. Arial can and does pass for any ethnicity she chooses to claim, an attribute she hopes to put to good use one day as a Saturday Night Live cast member, just like her hero, Maya Rudolf. Off to college in the fall, she’s making money this summer as a “bookings specialist” at De La Renta’s. Ambivalent about her appearance, Ariel lets the stylists experiment on her in their off hours. Her glossy brown hair currently looks like it was dipped in ice-blue Kool-Aid and her long, no-chip nails are jet black with silver tips. She wears purple lipstick in a pout like a geisha. Most days, Ariel is taken for some young Puerto Rican relation of Alicea’s, a supposition she rarely bothers to correct.

LOTTIE
Charlotte (“Lottie”) Benson, 67, has a precision-cut bob with straight-edge bangs that just brush her eyebrows. The look requires frequent touch-ups and Lottie often brings her five-year-old granddaughter, Ada-Sophia, who she is responsible for two days a week, to the salon with her. Fancying herself a writer, Lottie carries an old spiral-bound notebook with her everywhere she goes, jotting down snatches of other people’s conversations. She has a habit of speaking to Ada-Sophia as if she were a small baby or deaf (or both), constantly describing what is happening around them in a sing-song voice, as if the child possesses no powers of observation of her own.

ADA-SOPHIA
Ada-Sophia Benson (ADD-a, not AY-da), 5 ¾, is smarter and more observant than anyone gives her credit for. Often tormented by her older sister when adults are not around, she has cultivated a quiet strength that will serve her well in life. Ada-Sophia appears to ignore her grandmother completely but will one day write a bestselling memoir in which Lottie figures quite prominently (and unflatteringly).

Playwriting Workshop – Day 7 – Death of a Salesman

Hi writers, we’ve reached the end of Week 1 of our playwriting workshop! As we worked on writing the component parts of a play, I hope you also enjoyed reading the first of four plays we’ll discuss this month, Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller. This is of course the classic, award-winning play about Willy Loman, an aging traveling salesman. In a series of flashbacks, Willy looks back on his life, in which he has always just managed to scrape by but has never achieved the sort of success he imagined he would, and tries to determine where and why everything went wrong. The play is in two acts (plus a requiem) and has only a handful of main characters. It is about success, failure, and the American dream. It is also about the relationship between fathers and sons, the way fathers graft their unrealized dreams onto their sons, and what happens when sons become disillusioned when they discover their fathers’ faults.

Many, many people have analyzed this play over the years. If the version you read has a good introduction, then you already have some understanding of its themes and innovations. As I did with the short stories we read last month, I’m going to make only a couple of points: one thing I noticed and one idea the play gave me for my own future writing.

One Thing I Noticed: Miller really plays with time here. It’s what the play is famous for. Time collapses as Willy’s worries coalesce. This is primarily achieved through set design and stage direction. When the scene is in the present, the characters respect the wall lines of the house. When it is in the past, they are free to step through the walls to the forestage, which also doubles as the house’s back yard. With this simple trick the past and the present seem to coexist, as if everything has already played out and we are right there with Willy, sifting through the layers of sediment to figure out what happened to his life.

I recently saw a production of Macbeth in which the normal subdued lighting was switched (I think a little chime also sounded) to a glaring overhead light each time the audience was meant to understand that the words Macbeth spoke were not heard by the other characters onstage but were his own internal thoughts. This was pretty effective. Under that glaring light the audience saw Macbeth for who he really was, a man driven by ruthless ambition.

One Idea: Play with the idea of causation. Write a scene in two ways (three? four?), exploring two very different outcomes. See if, through set design, lighting, costumes, or how the characters interact with each other or move on the stage, you can present both versions simultaneously. Maybe the same exact thing is happening in the different versions until one moment, when something happens that makes the stories split off from each other and triggers the different outcomes. Are the versions alternate realities? Do they exist only in the mind of one of your characters, who is wondering “what if?” Do the versions stray from each other but then come back, so that the outcomes are essentially the same? Does this say something about fate or inevitability in your character lives?

Playwriting Workshop – Day 6 – Put the Pieces Together

Okay playwrights, we’re finally ready to put together a full scene. Now, there is a proper way to do this, aesthetically speaking–a lot of rules about fonts, line spacing, and margin width to adhere to. If you ever want to submit your play for publication or to a theater company for possible production, you’ll want to pay close attention to all of this. And even now, writing the first draft of your first ever scene, it doesn’t hurt to visualize your end product. Here is a guide I found that not only walks you through all of the specifics, but provides a few sample pages to help you visualize how everything will look on the page.

Day 6 – Write the Scene: Based on everything you’ve done so far, write the first draft of a brief scene (5 typed pages) with a strong, clear-cut conflict between the two characters. [Extra Credit: Write the scene again, using the same characters and conflict, but have the scene unfold in the past setting instead of the present setting.] Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

Remember, this is a first draft. You’ll probably want to trim it down later, so don’t be afraid to over write a bit now. And keep in mind this is just one scene. You don’t have to resolve the conflict yet. As the authors of The Playwright’s Handbook say, “[w]ork instead toward creating a well-balanced, interesting struggle.”

And have fun!

Playwriting Workshop – Day 5 – Plan Your Scene

He playwrights! As we approach the end of our first week we are going to move into scene-writing. So what exactly is a scene? It’s basically a mini-play. It has all of the components–setting and character description, stage direction, and dialogue–but there are no location changes or jumps in time; in a scene, setting is fixed and time is continuous. Dialogue is generally the heart of a scene, but we can’t just jump into it unprepared. Ten pages later we may have no idea where the scene is going, though our characters are still chatting away. No, we need a plan.

Day 5 – Describe a Scenario: As the foundation for a short scene, put together a basic scenario—a narrative description of everything that happens in the scene from lights up to lights down. Focus the scene on a conflict that arises between the two characters you’ve created. Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

Every scene should be driven by a conflict, no matter how great or small. Sketching out the scene allows you to figure that all out. What do your characters want? Why do they want it? What stands in their way? What are they going to do about it?

Remember, this is where we put together everything we’ve learned so far. Take this advice from the authors of The Playwright’s Handbook:

“When working through the scenario for this scene, use all the resources you have at your disposal. Go back to the groundwork you laid in the previous steps of the workshop to find tactics and obstacles. For example, setting: Is there a door to slam? A Tequila Sunrise to throw in his face? Or language: Would he shout to get his way? Or be silent? Or whine? Or swear? Or physical activities: Would he rip up the only copy of her manuscript? Would she just go on playing the guitar and ignore him? Or the personality profile/life history of the character: Would he lie through his teeth? Would she bring up something he’d done in the past?”

Have fun writers! Tomorrow we work on completing the scene with some dialogue.

Playwriting Workshop – Day 4 – Voices [updated]

Well playwrights, we’re doing it! We have settings, we have characters, we have characters moving around inside of settings doing their business. I think it’s high time we let them speak, don’t you?

Day 4 – Give Them Voices: Invent some sort of antagonistic relationship for the two characters you have been working with. For each character, write a 3-minute (about a single-spaced typed page) monologue, addressed to the audience. The characters should describe each other, and give their point of view of the relationship of the two characters. Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

So, what is a monologue? It’s just a fancy word for any time a character gets to talk at length without interruption, either to the audience or to another character. In their monologues, each of your characters should demonstrate a unique voice, based on (1) what he or she chooses to talk about (content), (2) the words and phrases used (syntax), and (3) speech idiosyncrasies (vocal patterns). Does the character mumble? Whine? Is his speech punctuated with grunts and sighs? Does she ramble or talk in a sing-song way? Does every sentence sound like a question?

The authors of The Playwright’s Handbook encourage new playwrights to become collectors of interesting vocal patterns. How? Shameless eavesdropping! I read or heard someone recently say that a person was as “ugly as homemade sin.” Let me tell you, I could not grab my pen and notebook fast enough. The phrase–vaguely southern, with undertones of religion, equating the beautiful with the good, and perhaps preferring things store-bought to those homemade–evokes a place, a time, a culture, maybe even a social status. We know (or think we know) half a dozen things about the speaker from that phrase alone.

Have fun writers! See you tomorrow as we prepare to write our first scene.

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Here are the monologues I wrote for my characters Allister Frisbie and Collum MacElroy:

AL
So this guy walks into the Arrowhead yesterday–older guy, my dad’s age, I guess, if he was still alive. So what, 80? 85? And I can see right away this guy’s homeless. No, no, not homeless homeless. But he’s lost his place, right? His morning place. I can just see this guy, hunkered down on a red vinyl barstool at some old-school diner, every day for 20, 30 years, ordering the same black coffee, cracking open the morning paper. Then one day there’s a sign: “Under New Management.” And all of a sudden they’re rippin’ out the bar, fixin’ up the place with big-screen TVs playing international soccer, serving up frappuccinos and macchiatos. But this isn’t Chicago, this isn’t Detroit. People aren’t lingering in coffee shops on their way to work, man. Nah, they’re gettin’ in their cars, queuing up the podcast, and slipping into gridlock on the freeway. They want drive-through service, double lanes, in and out. So the place limps on a while, but then, one morning, the kiss of death:  a “Space For Rent” sign. And bam, the old dude’s homeless. He’s got nowhere.

Now, I feel for the guy, really I do. But here he comes strolling into the Arrowhead and, I gotta say, that’s my place. Sounds silly, I know, but I got my table by the window, my paintings on the wall. Cheryl sees me walking in and hollers out, “Hey Al, I’ll bring it right around.” I don’t wait in line here. They know what I’m having. Hell, the concoction’s named after me, right there on the chalkboard: “The Frisbie”–a latte with dark-steeped turmeric tea. I know, it sounds nasty, but the name’s catchy, right? People order it all the time. And they like it! Turmeric’s a natural anti-inflammatory. Did you know that? Good for the joints. People don’t pay attention to their joints. Then one day, they’re 80 years old, shuffling into a strange coffee shop, stooping to look under a broken table, and wishing they’d paid attention to their joints.

So back to this guy. I could tell he wasn’t really into the place. I get it. I felt the same way at first. But the Arrowhead, man it grows on you. It’s the kind of place that folds you in, right? You feel like you’re stirred into some great bubbling soup. Like it called for a dash of you in the recipe all sling.

So, yeah, I think. Just fine. Let’s stir the old man right in. No problem. He’s got the making of a real regular. A steadfast old dude. But then, this morning, I walk in at my regular time, and this new guy, he’s sitting in my seat. Cheryl shrugs at me, like, “What’s to be done, Al?” And I don’t know what, but I’ll tell you this much. Something. Something’s gotta be done.

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MAC
Allister Frisbie. Sounds British, doesn’t it? Stuffy. Whatever. I know an Al when I see one. What did I think of him? I thought he was a prick, okay? I guess he’s a real celebrity around her; bigshot lawyer, charitable, well-liked. He’s got a nice hobby–that I’ll grant him–people like to look at his paintings. But I could tell, right from the get-go, he was just a small-town bigshot, a big fish in a little pond. Man’s got a complex. They name some disgusting foamy tea after him, peg his pictures on the wall, and you’d think the guy was some exotic turbaned prince flown in on a magic carpet. People like that. It’s exactly why I didn’t care to try this place, if you must know.

But a man’s gotta have his morning coffee. And not from a drive-through window! Kids are whining and crying about the landfills, what are we going to do about the landfills?! Yeah, I know there are swirling masses of shopping bags in the South Pacific, baby sea turtles impaled on plastic straws or whatever nonsense. But then you see them idling in their cars for 15 minutes, air conditioning blasting, and they order drinks the size of swimming pools–plastic cup, plastic lid, plastic straw, little paper straw wrapper and receipt paper floating away on the breeze. Hypocrites.

And the mermaid? It’s got two tails. Has anyone stopped to think about that? Utterly wrong for swimming. I mean, why not legs, if you insist on two of the things? And the name. The place may or may not be called after the ship’s first mate in Moby Dick. Okay, well which one is it? You don’t even know what your multi-billion-dollar business is named after? Did that detail just slip your mind? I’d sooner die than drink coffee from that place.

I’ll tell you this much, no one at Delia’s would have pulled this business about the window seat. Delia’s was strictly first come, first served. I mean, what, are we babies on the playground? Is your name on the seat on a little gold plaque? No? Then quit being a child and sit somewhere else! But of course by then it was morning rush and there was no place else. Damn it! what did he expect me to do? Jump up and courtesy? Back out of the room bowing like he was the King of England? I told him if he wanted his swamp water tea so damned bad he’d better take it to go or suck it up and pull up a chair.

Playwriting Workshop – Day 3 – Business [updated]

Okay playwrights, as we move into Day 3 of our workshop we have drawn from our memory and our present observations to come up with a “present setting” and a “past setting,” a “present character” and a “past character.” Now we are going to mix things up. “Business” is the word for the physical activities of a character on the stage, and its time for our characters to get busy.

Day 3 – Put the Characters in the Settings: Place the “present character” in the “past setting.” Have the character perform a simple, specific piece of business with some part of the setting that reveals something about both who the character is and why the character is in the environment. Describe the activity in a short paragraph. Repeat the exercise, describing the “past character” performing a piece of business in the “present setting.” Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

In a play, stage directions help the actors figure out what they should be doing besides engaging in dialogue. Think about what items a character in this setting would have around to interact with. Practice observing people in your life or strangers you encounter and jotting down things that they do. Pay attention to the way the waiter clears the tables, the way the librarian shelves books, the way people prepare to go out in the rain or cold. How does a woman search in her bag for something she thinks she’s lost? How do people eat, drink, clean up after themselves (or not)? How do they read the Sunday paper? What little rituals or odd habits do people have that tell us something about them?

Think in bold, simple strokes. Complex activities get “muddy” onstage and the audience will lose interest trying to figure out what your character is doing. And remember, if your character and setting don’t seem to go together, no cheating! That is part of the challenge.

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Mac bursts through the door of the Arrowhead Café, scowling up at the jingling bell that sounds his entrance. It’s the morning rush and there’s a line of commuters waiting to place their orders. Another group stands around poking and swiping at their phones while they wait for their drinks. Mac purses his lips and turns to go but is blocked by a woman trying to maneuver a giant double stroller through the door. Seeing no one else move to help, he hops forward and swings the door wide for her, giving a tight little nod in response to her exaggerated display of gratitude.

Mac lets the woman go ahead of him and, turning back to the door, swings it open and shut a few times, squinting at the pressurized door closer and fingering a spot on the wall where the handle is starting to go through the drywall. He flips open a little spiral notebook and scribbles something in it with a pencil he pulls from behind his ear. With a sigh, Mac glances at his watch and moves forward to stand in line. Military “at ease,” he stands with his feet apart, his hands clasped loosely Behind him. He winces in acknowledgment at the sticky-faced toddler who cranes her neck to gape at him from the stroller.

As the line moves slowly forward, Mac’s attention is drawn to the framed artwork on the wall. He leans close, wrinkling his nose as if he’s smelled something bad or shaking his head in disbelief. When he comes to the last piece, however, his face goes blank, his shoulders relax, and he just stands there, with an almost serene look on his face. The girl at the counter has to call out to him to get his attention. Embarrassed, he orders a small black coffee to go. His eyes return for a moment to the painting. The girl slips him something with his change and he holds it out to her, confused. “What …” “The artist,” she explains. It’s a business card. He shakes his head, moves to return it to her, but the line has moved forward. He slips the card in his pocket.

As he waits for his coffee, Mac leans against a nearby table. It tilts abruptly and he frowns at it, crouching to inspect where the legs meet the base. He pulls a little multi-use tool from his wallet and tightens the screw, giving the table a good shake to make sure he’s fixed it. The girl appears. “Well look at that! Tomorrow’s is on the house.” She hands him his coffee. Mac nods and walks past her, taking one last look at the painting by the register. He leaves the café with a faraway look on his face, as if he’s just remembered something he forgot long ago.

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Allister Frisbie walks into the empty living room from the glow and commotion of the adjoining kitchen. He is humming “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” as he makes his way around the room, dropping dirty paper plates and napkins into a large trsh bag. He dips the last shrimp in the dish of cocktail sauce and eats it in one bite, tossing the tail into the bag and makes his way back to the tree, where he stoops to pick up balls of crumpled wrapping paper. He stacks the toys strewn about in neat piles. When he comes to one toy he stops, a look of pure nostalgia on his face.

Frisbie drops the bag and holds the gift out in front of him. It’s a hinged wooden box with a little brass handle. He carries it to the bar, clears a space for it, and lifts the lid. It’s a child’s art set. A really extravagant one. He fingers the supplies, pulling some out to check their labels before returning them. There are watercolors, chalk pastels, sticks of charcoal, little squares of patterned paper for origami, and, set into the lid, tubes of oil paint. Frisbie plucks a little wooden palette out with his index finger and thumb, then quickly lays it flat on the bar when he realizes it’s heavy with wet paint. The lucky recipient of this art set seems to have squirted a few tubs of paint out and then promptly given up on a career in the arts. Frisbie tisks and shakes his head. He looks from the palette to the trash bag but then seems to change his mind. Instead, he tears a large piece of cardboard from a crushed box and, pulling a stool to the bar and pouring himself some eggnog, selects a brush from the box and dips it into the paint.

Playwriting Workshop – Day 2 – Characters [updated]

Hi playwrights! In Day 2 we move on from settings to characters, but stick with the idea of drawing inspiration both from our memories and our present-day observations.

Day 2 – Characters: Write a short, pithy paragraph about how a present stranger you observe (the ‘present character’) and a person you were close to that you haven’t seen for some time (the ‘past character’) dress. Then, based on your observations and recollections, write a brief personality profile/life history for both the ‘present character’ and the ‘past character.’ Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

Start with the basics: name, age, physical description and dress (in one or two sentences). Then briefly describe the character’s relationship to one or more other characters, a sentence or two about a major event or theme in the character’s life up to this point, and a word or two about what the character is like. Curmudgeonly? Cloying? Does she constantly make lists and jot things down that she wants to remember later? Is he overeager, just a little too excited about everything? Is she quiet and reserved, always letting others talk over her?

And remember who your reader is. An audience will never hear these words. It’s the actors who will read them and, putting them together with the dialogue you’ve written, breathe life into the characters on the page. Just as you did with your setting descriptions, include concrete details but not so much description that your actors will feel trapped by what you’ve written. And keep the physical descriptions pretty general, so that lots of different actors could play the role.

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Present Character: Collum “Mac” MacElroy, 83 years old, is dressed in loafers, khakis, and a blue chambray shirt. For 55 years he has donned this same outfit, parked his Oldsmobile sedan in the same spot on the 6th floor of the parking garage, and produced a fistful of jingling keys to unlock the frosted glass door that reads “MacElroy Engineering.” Mac is an old-school engineer, employing pocket protectors and slide rules with no sense of irony. He works out problems on graph paper, sitting at a massive tilted drafting table in his modest office, and then passes them off to the young men in his employ, who clack their key boards and shuffle their corded mice, turning his elegant diagrams into lifeless digitizations. Feeling nostalgic, Mac occasionally insists on using the old blueprint machine, filling the air with the acrid smell of ammonia. He has watched the slow decline of the once-vibrant downtown around him and is acutely aware that his is one of only a few remaining businesses in the old brick mid-rise buildings on Main Street.

Past Character: Allister Frisbie, 62 years old, wears dark jeans and a Celtic music festival T-shirt. He carries a corduroy blazer in case he needs to make himself presentable but rarely puts it on. Frisbie’s once red hair has gone gray but still falls in thick waves across his forehead. He is near-sighted, often removing his wire frame glasses to twirl them in one hand while reading. A regular at the Arrowhead Café, Frisbie reads the morning paper front to back over a large mug of Ginger tea. A criminal defense lawyer who once mounted an unsuccessful campaign to become a circuit court judge, Frisbie is also an artist. His oil paintings and woodcut prints line the walls of the café. He enjoys watching, unnoticed, as people stop to look at his artwork. Out of respect, the staff of the Arrowhead make it a point never to “out” him to their other clientele.

Playwriting Workshop – Day 1 – Setting [updated]

Hello playwrights! Ready to jump into the next challenge? If you need a refresher on what we’re up to this month, check out the challenge description. I will post the daily writing exercises or play discussions each morning, but if you are an even earlier riser than I am or want to work out of order or work ahead, I will also post the exercises ahead of time here.

So without further ado, here is the first exercise in our Week 1 Beginner’s Playwriting Workshop:

Day 1 – Setting: Explore several settings, at least one public and one private. Also try to find one setting that is unfamiliar to you. Concentrate on the physical setting; filter out any people or activities. Using all five senses, jot down as many details as possible. Now do this again, from memory, for a setting from your past. From the lists, write two short descriptions, one for a setting you observed and one for a setting from your memory. Adapted from The Playwright’s Handbook, by Frank Pike and Thomas G. Dunn (Revised Edition, 1996).

Some thoughts on this. Remember that theater is a collaborative art. Keep your setting descriptions lean, including only the essential details. If you describe every last thing, you deprive future set designers or theater companies the ability to interpret what you have written in their own ways. You’ll notice the setting description in this week’s reading “Death of a Salesman” is only a page long. It is also the only setting description in the whole play. The details are chosen carefully. (“As more light appears, we see a solid vault of apartment houses around the small, fragile-seeming home.” … “On a shelf over the bed a silver athletic trophy stands.”)

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Here are the two settings I came up with:

Present Setting: The Arrowhead Café
A small coffee shop, door in front, counter in back. Against one wall is a worn leather couch and battered coffee table. A large sign spells “COFFEE” in old-fashioned round lightbulbs. Half a dozen tables for two with mismatched chairs are scattered around a long studio table with reclaimed pews for benches. A tinkling bell over the door can be heard over the growl and sputter of the espresso machine. A newspaper is snapped open. There is a dull roar of conversation, the soft flurried keystrokes of someone typing on a laptop, and the clink of spoons and cups against saucers. In a bowl by the register are craft items for purchase, some hats and scarves knitted from yarn thick as macaroni noodles. The place smells of fresh-ground coffee, ginger and turmeric tea. The sugared tops of scones on a footed plate sparkle in the light above the cash register.

Past Setting: Home for the Holidays
A dark paneled living room is crowded with furniture: a worn sofa and La-Z-Boy chair joined by a dozen or so stools, ottomans, and folding chairs. The carpet is an old remnant, in a busy pattern that matches nothing. The dual focal points of the room are a small wood-burning stove in one corner, framed by two dozen or more red stockings, and, next to it, a squat fir tree loaded with vintage ornaments and lights and dwarfed by piles of presents. On a little Formica bar rest a jug of eggnog, a metal nutcracker, and assorted finger foods: bowls of nuts, cocktail shrimp and sauce, toothpicked party wieners, heaping platters of Christmas cookies under tight-wrapped cellophane. There is laughter in the kitchen next door. A dog whines to be let out. The door to the kitchen, just visible at the edge of the stage, opens and closes with a whoosh. Clinking six-packs of Coca-Cola bottles are produced and distributed to squealing children. It’s almost time to begin.

Read/Write Challenge – Recap

Hi writers! So how did you fare during our June Read/Write Challenge?

I had a few goals in mind when I began this challenge. First, I wanted to practice reading like a writer without getting too bogged down and forgetting to enjoy what I was reading. The formula I arrived at–(1) notice one thing the author does and (2) jot down one idea to try in my future writing–seems to work pretty well and I hope to continue using it.

Second, I wanted to continue to cultivate a daily writing habit. I have to admit that on many days it was difficult for me to find even 20 minutes of uninterrupted time to write. My brain doesn’t really start to function until halfway through my second cup of coffee and, by that point, my kids are usually stumbling downstairs and asking me for things. And at the end of a long day, I just want to collapse.

I guessed that 20 minutes of writing generally got me one page, front and back, in the notebook I carry around with me, so I used that as a guide instead and collected sentences throughout the day. One while waiting for the train, one at my desk before turning my computer on, a few at lunch, one in the parking lot before heading into the grocery store, one in the parking lot again before driving home. It is possible to write this way. I promise. It is even possible to write something good this way. I read once that Toni Morrison wrote her first novel a few minutes at a time, getting up at 4 a.m., before her long days as a single working mother of two young children began. Persist, writers!

I also wanted to explore a new source of writing prompts. And writing from random lines in the books on my shelves was pretty fun. Talk about an endless source of ideas! Some of the lines I chose took me in places I would not have otherwise gone with my writing. Sci-fi, historic fiction, different tones. And now I see writing prompts in everything I read. Do you know what I mean? Those cryptic lines of text you run across that belong to one story but hint at many more. I missed a couple of days but I’m pretty satisfied overall. On Day 28 I even got so carried away with what I was writing that I continued it on Day 29, instead of starting with a new prompt.

So what do you do if you used this method and wrote something spectacular that you want to submit for publication (congratulations, btw)? Plagiarism is of course not an option. First, see if you can just omit your prompt line. It got you started, sure, but is it essential? Leaving it out may actually improve your piece, by throwing the reader right into the action. And if you simply can’t do without it, consider make it an epigraph, giving the author full attribution.

Whatever you do, hang onto the story starters and ideas you came up with this month. For one of our upcoming challenges I hope to do a whole month turning writing “scraps” like these into finished pieces.

And now, on to the next challenge!