tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65785126138321664772011-07-30T15:59:27.606-07:00Todd Fordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09168517138446072837noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578512613832166477.post-66791914503868806192009-10-28T10:06:00.000-07:002009-10-28T10:12:15.409-07:00Unlike my sister and my brother I am officially the worst blogger ever. My updates are infrequent, indecisive and boring. However today I have a topic. The topic is writing. I heard any English teacher yesterday profess to her students that all good writing is planned. That all writing is systematically laid out and crafted for years. I do not doubt that for some this is true but my question is does it have to be. I am a visceral witter. I follow instinct. I sit down at a keyboard and write in my plays whatever comes to mind. I don't worry about spelling, grammar or even if it makes sense (but my editor probably wishes I did). I have written on everything from waiter ticket pads to cocktail napkins and I have met a good deal of success but according to this English teacher I am doing it wrong. I may not have pre-planning but I have passion and I have to ask which is more important? Do we want to be a very well made cage or a very exciting fire?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578512613832166477-6679191450386880619?l=thetrueadventuresofapretendplaywright.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Todd Fordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09168517138446072837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578512613832166477.post-67875123435357438822009-06-01T06:54:00.000-07:002009-06-01T07:01:35.874-07:00So I lost my first blog. I don't know what happened to it. I logged on I couldn't remember the URL and it was listed under my account. So I believe it is floating in the endless abyss of cyberspace like a sock which is lost in the dryer. Well a little about me. My name is Todd and I'm a pretend playwright. That's why I started this to vent my frustration at being a pretend playwright. I wrote a play simply as an exercise and it eventually got picked up by a publisher and published. (yeah) I'm not so narcissistic as to attach a link to it or anything but it got me to thinking this is fun. So I wrote a second play <span style="font-style: italic;">Check Please</span> it was a comedy about a waiter. Polar opposite of the other serious dramatic piece. It didn't really go anywhere. No one seemed particularly interested. I thought about it and realized. I need to go back to what I know. Back to the dark seedy underworld of one act drama. Back to a world of drug use and child abuse. What fun huh? Well unfortunately, andit disturbs me a little, this type of literature seems to flow from my fingers. I just finished writing a piece called <span style="font-style: italic;">Fatality</span>. Its a dark drama about a car crash caused by drinking and drugs and I'm working on a piece called <span style="font-style: italic;">Cycle</span> which examines child abuse. So I guess I should give into it. I guess I'm th emo person of playwrighting. Which I find kinda of amusing because if you know me I'm not very dark or brooding.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578512613832166477-6787512343535743882?l=thetrueadventuresofapretendplaywright.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Todd Fordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09168517138446072837noreply@blogger.com0