Yet again I'm held against a wall to write or die. And this on the expectation of making writing my career.
Playwriting, that is. Of course. You thought I was giving up a life in the theatre? You must not know me very well.
I'm looking for graduate programs in either/or Playwriting and Musical Theatre writing. You don't NEED an MFA to be a playwrite, but it wouldn't hurt. And if I get an MFA, I can teach my heart out while writing my heart out. All in all, it's the perfect plan.
I always had my life planned out. I was going to act, then direct. But recently I've found that I like playwriting much more than either of those. I wish I would have known earlier!
And to be a woman musical theatre writer...
So I'm taking Piano and Fundies to music... I might try to fit in Theory. And next semester I'll take my GRE... Then hopefully get admitted to my schools choice and make a decision.
So far, I'm digging
New School for Drama,
Northwestern,
Yale,
Indiana...
Texas Techas another choice... but further down the list. I want to go to school in the east, because I want to work in the east. So we'll see where it takes me.
In other writing news; I'm supposed to be writing my Philosophy assignment right about.... NOW.
Dueces.
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Cool, Becca. I envy your direction. I still don't know what I'm doing with my life, really.
Good luck on the paper. I miss you.
And for the record, you would totally be on the list of PEOPLE I'll miss when I go to France...