Undermining subtlety with characters…


In drafting a newly, yet revised short play, I’m approaching this one with two women,a teenager (one of the female characters’ son’s) and a male writer. What’s interesting is the issue of who controls what and whom, which doesn’t seem to escape some characters who repeat offend in various themes or stories. I’m starting to shape characters: a grandmother, who has an aggressive approach and disinterest in creativity, a daughter who has an interest in creativity–writing in particular; but she can’t get herself to act with being fully engaged in the craft, and an obnoxious son who is compelled to challenge both women and becomes the writer his mother wanted to be. Intertwined is the daughter who obsesses about a successful writer, perhaps, yet of moderate success, but enough so that she can’t stop projecting through him what is missing in her life; in other words, within the writer, she searches for missing pieces that of male figures. It’s interesting to continue looking into profiling women who draw on things and people who don’t really exist in their lives and who have an inability to demand of themselves the most ridiculous of circumstances and defiance with the simplest of things; they have difficulty finding in themselves the role model they long to be–and search for unrealistic, unattainable people or things and abuse themselves and others in their journey of discounting and shortchanging their own life opportunities. The mother and daughter undermine-conflict is essential to see where the son’s journey takes him. And although each character from the same family is different, there’s one thing that connects them, which is they can’t figure out what connects them but they connect when they are desperate enough not to want to connect. It’s a short play that, perhaps, could turn into a full length play; but I’m wanting to work with a theme that calls for variegating undermining, whether with subtlety or explicitness. I want to see what happens to these women, how dynamic their end result takes shapes. I see them already changing for the worse and for the better–yet I’m still trying to see/capture more the better. But, for now, the better seems to point to the son and how he turns out. We’ll see. šŸ™‚


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