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Thankful for Time Travel

11/25/2022

 
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Recently, I had the privilege to go back in time. Depending on your relationship with your past, I highly encourage everyone to time travel. It’s pretty simple to do (for me at least). Here’s how I time traveled. 
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I got in my car – a deep blue, Jeep Wrangler – and turned on some music. I found an old playlist that migrated from my 2004 iPod (remember those?)  via iTunes to my Apple playlist. The playlist is titled, “Hyper.” I can’t quite remember why 15/16-years-old Rachel chose that title. Maybe I needed it to get revved up for school?
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I guess “hyper” at the time meant a mixture of Destiny’s Child, some solo Beyonce, Paramore, Alanis Morrisette, Fall Out Boy, Akon, Rihanna, Gwen Stefani, a sprinkle of Janet Jackson, Linkin Park, Simple Plan, Lil’ Jon, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Petey Pablo, and Pitbull. By the time Chester Bennington (RIP) roared, “I’m one step closer to the edge…” I was already out of Rogers Park, and halfway down Lake Shore Drive, heading south. I got on the Stevenson, exited at my usual stop, Pulaski, to visit to my folks for a second. Then, I continued from West Lawn (my childhood home) and traveled further into the South Side of Chicago until I reached 115th and Pulaski. I made a right and just as Lil’ Jon and Usher got to their final “Yeah,” I parked my car in front of Marist High School.
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I already gave plenty of hints about how roughly old I am, so I won’t be saying anything like, “It’s been <insert number of years> since I parked outside this school in my parents’ white Jeep Wrangler.” But, let me just say, Marist recently posted a celebratory memory of going co-ed 20-years ago (so rude). Anyway, why am I here at my high school? Well, I’m here to help coach the Speech and Acting Team. 

​I walk through the halls. Absolutely NOTHING has changed. The lockers are still the same, the tile floors, the layout, all of it! They upgraded some tech, of course, and the bathrooms got a renovation, but for the most part, this is exactly how I remember it. I easily find where the Speech and Acting Team is practicing. All you have to do is follow the sounds of voices pivoting from character to character. I follow the voices until I find a student talking to a wall, telling a passionate story about getting her first period. Only speech kids are wall-talkers. 

Once a Wall-Talker, Always a Wall-Talker

I enter the classroom where the team is gathered – they are practicing a mock tournament today, so everyone is dressed in suits, button downs, dress pants, etc…They look like young law students getting ready for their first trial. As I listen to the Decs (Declamation), OOs (Original Oratory), SOS (Special Occasion Speaking) and Informative speeches, I can tell the students are nervous. However, to an outsider, you would think these are some of the most confident high schoolers on the planet. Their bodies are poised, voices controlled, eye contact is specific…their communication skills are, quite frankly, unmatched for any average 14-17-year-old. 

I sit at a desk and watch each student perform – taking notes, offering critiques, etc – each time I look up from my notes at the student in front of me, I can’t help but feel like I’m looking in a mirror. Then, a rush of time nearly takes my breath away as I feel my entire life flash from 14-years-old to now. I stood where these students stood. Unaware of where I would go to college, oblivious to the obstacles of adulthood, naive to my future heartbreaks, ignorant to all the tough decisions and forks in the road I would meet. But most importantly, standing in this student's spot <insert number of years ago>, I had no idea where my time with the Speech and Acting Team would carry me.

​At the time, this was just an after school club. A place where I met friends and found a group of odd-ball kindred spirits. I felt supported and it’s through that support, I grew in confidence. I didn’t know it would become my career, my passion.

Time Will Tell

I can unequivocally say, the Speech and Acting Team is the reason I am a writer today. I just wish I could go back in time and tell teenage Rachel that. All these questions and anxieties she had about the future, I just want to tell her, “Trust me, it works out!” I want to tell her that times will be tough. You’re going to face a lot, and I mean A LOT of rejection, flakey mentors, and gut-wrenching criticism that will make you curl-up into a ball on your couch. You will want to give up and think pursuing a career as a writer was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. But then, you remember where you came from.

​I would tell teenage Rachel, The Marist Speech and Acting Team from your era has been long disbanded, but you create your own support team. Friends and family that help uncurl you from that ball and tell you to get back up. People that root for you, even if they are the only ones in the audience. But their cheers make it feel like it is a sold out room.  Friends that are so incredibly blunt that when you threaten to quit and become an accountant they respond with, “Rach, you can’t quit. Writing is the only thing you’re good at, and you suck at Math.” 
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At the end of the practice, I made my way out of the school and I passed by a classroom, THE classroom. The classroom where it all began <insert number of years ago>. I walked into this classroom scared, confused, and anxious about my future. Now, I stand in front of the classroom and feel my past, present, and future mix together into this feeling of gratitude. 

I am so grateful to my friends and family that believed in me all these years, for every good and bad critique, for every practice session, and for every minute I was in that classroom, talking to walls. Thank you, Speech and Acting Team, for my past, present, and future.

Theatre Ghosts

10/7/2022

 
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In honor of spooky season, I’m writing about ghosts...ghosting...theatre companies whose spirits haunt playwrights with echoes of promises like, “We love your work! We just don’t have the budget to produce it...right now.” Or something like, “You’re a promising artist. We can’t accept you into the program this year, but please apply again next year…and next year, and next year, and next year, neeeexxxxttttt yyyeeeeeeaaaarrrr….” On and on, those words are whispered into our ears and when we turn to see where the sound is coming from – WHOOSH – it disappears into the night.
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When I started my playwriting career, I was told opportunity would beget opportunity. Acceptance into a festival, conference, workshop, or reading would expand my network and introduce me to producers, literary managers, and artistic directors. These gatekeepers would see my work and give my plays a home on their stages.
Take every opportunity.
Say yes to everything.
Big or small.
With or without pay.

 
It’s time to break this haunting curse. 
Here are four ways playwrights and theatres can rid ourselves of these ghosts.
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Playwrights, don’t do anything without getting paid (in some form). If the theatre is making money off the reading with admission fees, suggested donations, etc… guess what? You get a cut of that.  This way, at the very least, some form of investment is made on behalf of your work. And before the ghosts of theatres past start referencing their tight budgets, many playwrights – myself included – also take payment in the form of providing us with travel/sleeping accommodations, lunch/dinner stipends, etc.
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Theatres, okay, I hear you, money is tight. You can’t afford to produce this new play and give it the full production and attention it deserves. But you know what doesn’t affect your bottom line? Networking. You might not be able to produce or further develop the play, but I bet someone in your network can. Call them up! Send an email! Attach the play. Recommend the play or the playwright. A recommendation from you goes a whole lot further than just us playwrights applying through yet another submission portal.
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Playwrights, when a theatre sends you a rejection but adds the note, “Please keep us updated on your work.” DO IT! They would not include that note if they didn’t mean it. Look, some theatre companies are overwhelmed. Many have limited resources (people, software, etc) that can help them keep track of the plays and playwrights they meet over the years. If they say they want to hear from you, reach out and keep them updated on any future work you have coming out.
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Theatres, one thing playwrights hate is being our own agent. It quite frankly, sucks. We can’t stand the way our voices sound as we try to boast about one of our plays as we disappear further into our own navels. If you read a play you admired, but couldn’t quite find the right place for it in your season…write a recommendation! Seriously. Many playwrights have numerous social media platforms or are members of the fabulous New Play Exchange (NPX). Side note – if you are NOT on NPX, stop reading this and go sign-up, NOW. Find our accounts, write a review on NPX, leave a comment on our Facebook page, follow us on Instagram, or tag us on Twitter. Any interaction like this will help us reach a new audience. Other theatres will see your endorsement and maybe make a connection.
Have I been accepted into playwriting workshops and festivals? Yes.

Have I met amazing artists whom invested their time and talents into directing, acting, and designing my plays? Yes.

Have the theatre companies that hosted these workshops and invited these artists to collaborate on my plays said wonderful things about all the work we completed and can’t wait to see the play taken to the next stage of development? Yes.

Have those theatres ever offered to take the play to the next stage of development? Nope. 

​Well, okay, a few (you know who you are). I would say out of all the festivals I’ve been a part of, in addition to all the opportunities I’ve been a semi-finalist for, only about 16% of those theatres actually did something, ANYTHING, to help further develop and/or promote the play. 

The other 84%, once the festival wraps, we all say our goodbyes, and then – 365 days later – the theatre company welcomes another play with another group of amazing artists and says the exact same words to them. A powerful spell is cast over all of us and we remain haunted by the promise that maybe, one day, they will make good on their words of new play advocacy.
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There are thousands of submission opportunities for playwrights to apply. And the cycle continues again and again, year after year. Thousands of opportunities, thousands of plays and not even half of those get accepted. And, way less than half of those accepted plays ever receive that next level of commitment from a theatre. We create a new play graveyard where the ghosts of apathy, disingenuity, and aloofness haunt our hopes of ever raising our plays from the grave. Let’s break this cycle, end this curse, and breathe life into old work, that is actually still new work viable for the stage.

I Must be a Masochist - A Playwright's Burnout Journal

8/12/2022

 
Entry # 2
Maybe They're Just Not That Into Me
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​I think every playwright has heard a few sayings when it comes to submissions and rejections.
“Rejection is just protection.”
“It’s not a ‘no,’ it’s a ‘not yet.’”
“You were rejected from this so you could achieve another…”
​“It’s a game of numbers, the more you enter, the more your odds go up.”
My favorite: “Just keep submitting – every year – so, they get to know you through your drafts and variety of plays. They will start to recognize your name and watch your writing grow.” This piece of advice is something I have in fact given to students and other playwrights.
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I truly believed it, or at least I wanted to. But, how do you know when it’s okay to keep believing and when to just face reality that maybe they're just not that into you?
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I wanted this to be so desperately true. As long as you keep submitting – every year – to that theatre, to that competition, to that festival whenever their calls for submissions opened, that one day, an acceptance would come. A literary manager would see my name -  every year -  and say something like, “Wow, here she is again!” or “Geez, she seems really dedicated, what a great work ethic.” Or, “Another new play! Her writing is definitely progressing, I bet we could help her take the next step.”
Let me tell you what actually happened to me...
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Every year I applied to The Hub.
Every year I applied with a new play.
I applied with visceral, provocative plays. I applied with wholesome plays that reeked of optimism. I applied with experimental plays.
And every year, I got the same rejection.

 
I took The Hub up on their offer to receive feedback on my application, which by the way, is no small feat to complete. The application – every year – requires an artistic statement, letter of intent, two recommendations, resume, bio, and I might be forgetting something…or yeah, your actual play.
Every year, their feedback would come in the form of:

THE HUB: Loved your work…just didn’t see how our resources could help you with what you outlined in your letter of intent.

ME: Okay, I will adjust my letter of intent to be more specific.
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THE HUB: Loved your work and great application! Just didn’t see how this particular play you submitted speaks to what you described in your artistic statement.

ME: Okay, I will rewrite my artistic statement and make sure it relates to my submitted play.
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On and on and on. But then, this happened…
 
THE HUB: You had such a strong application and truly your work was well received and loved by the readers across the board. It was very close. You were right at the finish line. There isn’t any more helpful criticism we can provide because everyone agreed the play and the application represented a strong candidate that would be an excellent fit IF we had more space.
 
ME (Internally): What the fuck do I do with that?
I did what I always do…I submitted again. I figured a strong application and a well-liked play might make it in this time. After all, it is “a game of numbers,” right?
 
As of 2022, I received another, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
What am I missing? What am I not saying? What am I saying too much of (is that a thing?) What balance am I not striking? What is The Hub looking for, exactly? Do they want someone with a following? With multiple productions? With the “right” recommender? With the “right” work with the “right” workshops and affiliations that are just as prestigious as them?
 
This is the bigger question…should I just quit (submitting to them?)
Honestly, the time and effort put into their applications, finding different recommenders - every year - I could put that energy into a different playwriting submission somewhere else.
 
I’m really curious, is there ever a time you realized that it isn’t a “not yet.” That it isn’t “a game of numbers.” That it isn’t anything we were told? That maybe they’re just not that into you and you really should take the hint and move on.

    What are your thoughts?

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