Friday, May 11, 2018
Sometimes, you just need to get out of the house.
So you go to the park, or a local coffee shop, or your corner Starbucks, or a hotel, or a train, or wherever. So you pack for the journey: money for provisions, your spiral poetry notebook because you're behind in your Great Devotional Poetry Project, your devotional, a book for the next play you're researching, your phone, etc. And of course, your portable typing device.
In my case, it's a lightly used Surface gifted to me by my Aunt Mary a while back. This little tablet/computer is a gem. I keep it in desktop mode because really, what do I want a tablet for? It's super small and light, but it does all the things my desktop does except play DVDs and have a big screen, and it does them all just as well - when I was in school, I had Adobe InDesign,* Photoshop and Illustrator all downloaded** and simultaneously running on this tiny little workhorse and they worked great!
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Monday night was the first rehearsal for my play, The Confessing Church. It was really fun to get everyone together and do a read-through of the script. I got home at around 10pm (I think...?), feeling very physically tired, mentally energized, and starving.
The following are some fun facts about the play, in no particular order (numbered for visual clarity):
1. I'm very happy to say that this play has so far appealed to people of all kinds of different worldviews. Yay!
2. A couple months after I finished the draft, the Charlottesville rally was held, featuring, among others, the chant "Blood and Soil." I think normally I would have thought, 'Blood and soil?' What does that even mean? As it happens, I had used that very phrase twice in my play because it was a popular Nazi slogan - I knew exactly what it meant.
Monday, May 7, 2018
Hugo has been learning to cat. I think he already knew how to cat, but he was such a scared little guy, he wasn't comfortable catting. As he continues to settle in here, he also continues to cat more and more.*
|Hugo, surveying the realm.|
For instance, he now regularly weaves in and out of my legs when I'm in the kitchen. This has caused a few accidental shovings when I've turned to cross the room without realizing that at that very moment, Hugo was trying to rub against the back of my legs. Thankfully, he doesn't do this when I'm walking through the main part of the condo.
Friday, May 4, 2018
|Graphic Design by Brian Overholt|
Previously, on The Fifth Sola...
In the fall of 2016, I embarked on a playwriting adventure. I decided to write a historical play set in Nazi Germany and centered around the Confessing Church. I got the first draft finished just in time, and the reading happened on schedule with a complete play.
And now, the conclusion...
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Next week rehearsals for my first ever full-length play begin. Is this real life??
Roughly a year and a half ago, I had the crazy idea that I might like to write a proper play. I'd written some short ones for a few dramatic writing classes and I loved it, but would I be able to write a longer work? After all, I write short poems and have trouble getting through longer prose works. What if I was only good at writing short things?
I enjoyed playwriting enough to give it a shot, so I petitioned my program director to allow me to take some extra electives in the form of a playwriting independent study with my dramatic writing professor, and he agreed.*
So in the fall of 2016, I embarked on my playwriting adventure.