So busy. Super busy. You wouldn’t believe how positively busy we are working on our next play and we are not procrastinating at all whatsoever. I have not been catching up with Candy Crush or re-watching The Wire or bingeing on films like La Dolce Vita or Stalker, and I have not been doing handstands instead of writing and I am not sitting here writing this post because I strained my neck and had to put the hand balancing on hold. I know those procrastination activities all sound terribly specific but I assure you that it is all a work of fiction and not at all truthful. Remember, I write plays. Fictional plays. I am a fiction writer. And so I come up with fictional details about the things that I haven’t actually been doing while I’m pretend ‘supposed to be’… Oh forget it. My name’s Frankie and I’m a procrastinator.
In all seriousness, we do have a play going into production in October; a satirical tragicomedy that slips in and out of surrealism. Hypnagogism is the whole reason I started writing plays. It’s the reason this company exists. It’s the answer to the roadblock I hit while bickering with industry people about how to not psychologically screw up actors. It’s my contribution to the current industry discussion on ethics. But don’t worry, it’s funny.