Year in Review: 29 Couldn’t Wait

My 28th year has been finished for a while, but 29 couldn’t wait to begin.

I haven’t had a moment to pause and take stock until now, a whole month later.

So what happened? Some fun, fulfilling things:

  • Embraced urban cycling again with a new bike. Blog, meet Robin.
  • Made some pretty neat stuff in my second year as a knitter. And learned how to crochet.
  • Got my first record and record player, in that order oddly enough.
  • Saw Matt Nathanson (for the third time), Tilian, William Ryan Key, and Lights live in concert, plus Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with live accompaniment from the Toronto Symphony Orchestra.
  • Re-embraced my love for musicals and big Broadway-esque theatre with The Lion King, Book of Mormon, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Ain’t Too Proud, School of Rock, The Play That Goes Wrong, Dear Evan Hansen, and Waitress.
  • FINALLY saw a show at Crow’s Theatre (East End represent!) – which was an all-female cast, written by a woman, and directed by a woman: The Wolves.
  • Volunteered on the search committee to find a new minister for Kimbourne Park United Church. Welcome Daniel!
  • Went on a beach vacation for the first time since BEFORE my senior year at Rice.
  • Wrote 31 (short) plays in 31 days in October 2018. Check out posts like this to read a bit of what I wrote.
  • Celebrated 2 whole years of purple. Darren has never actually seen me with my natural color ūüėõ
  • Played two seasons of beach volleyball.
  • Spent so much time growing food and community in Garden@Kimbourne.
  • Visited Atlantic Canada for the first time with a work trip to Antigonish, Nova Scotia and PEI.
  • Sang back-up vocals on Sam Marranca’s new album Highland Memories. You can hear me on “Burton’s General Store,” “Song for a Farm Boy,” and “Little White Crosses.”
  • Dressed up for Halloween with one of the most epic costumes I’ve ever put together. We are Groot!

And then the big stuff:

  • Moved from sales into marketing at Nelson, where I get to use my creative spirit to promote all of the amazing lists I used to sell to educators across the entire country. I might still be in the honeymoon period but so far I LOVE it.
  • Recorded the first two teasers and first two entire episodes of my upcoming fiction podcast, The Familiar–premiering in January 2020!
  • Celebrated a one year anniversary with my boyfriend.
  • I lived on my own for the first time #maggiesgrotto
  • … and then days before the end of my 28th year, I signed the lease for my first place with Darren. Another big first for the beginning of the ultimate year of my twenties.

So now that I’m *almost* recovered from my first month as a 29 year-old, it’s time to get started on my goals for this year.

  1. I will apply to 30 things. Playwriting and creative things, I mean, like contests, festivals, grants, residencies, etc. Big or small, it doesn’t matter as long as I’m working to get my work out there.
  2. I will run a 5k. My co-workers are already trying to convince me to up this to a 10k which they say is downhill. My goal is just to complete one and have fun, not to try and meet a certain time or use it to train for more and more races.

I could think up way more, try to stuff as much as I can into this last year in my twenties. But I’m happy with the lists above, both the small one that I’ve planned for what’s to come and the long, varied list of what happened last year. They represent a full, well-rounded life. If that’s what’s coming in my thirties, then I’m not worried. Bring it on!

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Audition Notice for The Familiar

The Familiar audition notice 1

I posted this copiously on social media, both mine and the show’s @thefamiliar, but in case you didn’t see it there…

We are casting for the first four episodes of The Familiar!

The Familiar is an anthology audio fiction. Each episode our narrator Leo tells a tale that might feel like expected, but contains a slight twist or surprise. From science fiction, fantasy, history, and horror, The Familiar reveals the unfamiliar in the everyday.

We are casting the following roles:


Identifies as female or non-binary. Sounds female but not with a super femme voice. More of an alto than a soprano. Age is difficult to place in the recordings, as she may be young and sound old. Or old and sounds young. Either way, her voice is uniquely her’s. Sounds more confident as the season progresses and whenever she speaks about the things she loves: travel, stories, and books. When other topics come up, she recedes and reveals a shy side of her personality. There are secrets lying beneath her friendly, welcoming voice which will be revealed as the series progresses.

**Leo is the main narrator for the series and will introduce and then wrap up every episode. Must be available and excited to build an arc for this narrator throughout the series.


Woman in her 20’s. Sounds young, but smart. Rational in her irrationality. Terrified and whispering at first, but that hides an amazing strength underneath. A true warrior in disguise. Preferably has stage fighting experience or voice acting for action sequences.


Man in his 20s. Sounds older than Olivia and more sure in his statements. Exhausted to the point of feeling belabored, like anyone who interrupts him is acting childish. Impatient. Underneath though he is purposefully ignorant. Must have a great snore and blood-curdling lady scream.


Scrappy, skinny raccoon. No clearly defined gender. Unsure about anything outside their home environment, but very strict and disciplined on everything inside their domain. Isolated and not used to interacting with other raccoons.

*Must be available for multiple episode arc across the series.


Affable, chubby raccoon. No clearly defined gender. For a heavier set raccoon who loves food, they are not slow. Has a keen sense of smell that leads them all over the place, often getting them lost from the rest of the raccoon pack. Loyal and very friendly. They are no stranger to being left out and go out of their way to reach out to others.

*Must be available for multiple episode arc across the series.

For the audition sides, please email Audition recordings are due by March 31st.

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Follow @thefamiliarpod

For years Sadie and I have been working on a podcast. It began as a silly back-and-forth at a residency we attended in 2015. Other projects have come and gone. We have put it off.

Until this year. This year we are finally taking the ideas and turning them into scripts, into casting calls. Soon we’ll have workshops and a launch. We’ll have content to share with the world.

It’s not exactly what we imagined when the idea first struck us on a ghost tour of Indianapolis. It’s what and who we have grown up into in the past few years. It’s what we have learned from listening to our favorite podcasts: Wooden Overcoats, The Bright Sessions, Wolf359, The Message, Girl in Space Podcast, Alba Salix … the list goes on.

It is also different than all of those.

We don’t have a website¬†yet¬†but one of the biggest motivators to get this thing made it sharing it with others. It helps me say no to other projects so I will say it here again: we are making a podcast. Listen for it. It’s going to be epic and not what you’d expect. I promise–it’s the whole point.

To start, you could follow our twitter account @thefamiliarpod.

There’s nothing there now… but there will be before 2019 is out.

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One Word 2019

My word this year is…


Last year was all about energy. Mainly conserving it. I even needed input from my friends across social media to come up with my word for 2018 because I was so spent.

Now that my physical and mental health is looking up (haven’t been sick in two months, *knock on wood*), I’m ready to refocus and move forward into 2019.

Though the global situation looks bleak, I am lucky to have had 2018 to refocus and reground myself.¬† I now live in a more stable home environment, one without any negative energy. It’s a place where my family and friends want to come to spend time with me. I call it “Maggie’s Grotto.” And though I bought the mug picture below in July, I saved using it until this day in September, my first in my grotto.

Woman with long purple hair holds up mug with "Pause" written on it.

Connect means putting thought and intention into action.

There are so many goals I have had over the past few years. They have felt out of reach or I just kept making excuses (not ready, not stable, don’t have enough money). Many of them no longer feel valid, so it’s time to set clear goals and timelines.

This means you should see more updates like #31days31plays from me. And a podcast announcement before the end of 2019.

It’s also a year for connecting and re-connecting with friends and family.

I had to step away from so much last year, both my theatre/arts friends and from community members. I didn’t have the energy to do much else besides work and healing. I didn’t know what to say, how to be genuinely present with friends and acquaintances who didn’t know me and my current challenges. I backed away because I had to then, but I don’t want to feel so isolated.

So I will be sending more letters. Making more phone calls. And spending more time investing in the relationships that give me light and love. It’s an intentional reconnection.

I don’t want to go back to the spinning, pre-2018 me. There are great parts about her: her drive, her discipline, her goals, her wide, diverse community in Toronto and globally. I will take those with me and leave the rest of that girl behind.

This year, I even have a theme song for this word: “Back Together” by Matt Nathanson

(which you can listen to here:

It’s all about not being ashamed of your scars and after doing all the work to feel better, leaving that part of the process behind. Or at least, that’s what I am taking from his lyrics.

It helps that I have tickets to see him live again in 2019. For the third time…

Here’s to a happy, healthy 2019 filled with many beautiful connections!

Girl with green hat and purple hair stands in front of angel wings.

Photo credit: Darren Marranca

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A Pickle for Christmas

Do you have a pickle on your Christmas tree?

It has always been a staple on my family’s tree. Supposedly it’s a symbol of good luck, a German tradition of some sort. I never knew the reason for the pickle growing up; I just knew that whoever found it first on Christmas morning got an extra gift. In my house, this meant one gift for my sister and I to share (my parents were smart enough not to turn that into a real competition).

As we got older, the search for the pickle grew with us. We started searching for it on the tree. Then that got too easy so it was hidden within the family room. Then the whole first floor of our house. Then the WHOLE house.

My favorite years were the ones when my mom hid a whole set of clues around the house that eventually led us to the actual pickle.

Looking back, I can’t remember many of the specific gifts we got. What I remember is how the quest for the pickle made Christmas magical for that much longer each year.


This year was the first year I didn’t return to my Tennessee roots and extended family.

I thought that I would miss out on my favorite traditions and that the holiday might not feel as magical as it has in the past. It was different, but I did find ways to spread the tradition of the pickle with my Canadian families.

First, I shared the legend of the Christmas pickle with my work family at Nelson.

For the second year, I produced the company talent show. For the first time, I stepped onto the stage to show off my talents as a story-teller. Everyone knows that I write plays at Nelson, but I have mostly kept that part of myself separate from my work life. This year I have found more allies and true friends in my co-workers when I open up and share my other career goals.

So I researched the origin of the Christmas pickle and told the tale of what the pickle means to me. As it turns out, no one really knows where it comes from–Spain, Germany, France, Woolworth’s Department Store in a marketing ploy.

There might be a play in that…

Afterwards everyone came up to me to tell their own pickle stories and to exclaim about what a great tradition it is.

Second, I brought the pickle–and a gift–to my first truly Canadian Christmas celebration.

I didn’t tell anyone about it until we had opened all the other presents and were getting ready for a Christmas Day nap. Suddenly, the whole family was up crawling and peering around the room to find the pickle. My mom was SO proud of me for carrying on our family’s traditions.

This year’s Christmas was different than others. It involved more parties, fewer puppies (sadly), even more games, and viewings of Gremlins, Die Hard, and Home Alone instead of Elf. But it was still completely magical.

I may forever be known now as the pickle girl, but I think I might be okay with that.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year- I’ll be posting my One Word 2019 very soon.

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#31days31plays Last Week

It was harder to pick just one from the last week (and a bit) of #31days31plays. Here’s the final “play” I wrote:

Park. BOY and GIRL sit on a bench.

BOY: It’s the last day.

No response.

BOY: How do you feel?

GIRL shrugs.

BOY: Come on.
Say something.

GIRL: Uh uh.

BOY: We can’t just wait in silence.

GIRL: Uh huh.


BOY: I can’t. I don’t know how you– aren’t you? What are you going to miss?

GIRL shrugs again and turns away.

BOY: Nothing? You don’t know?
I do. I will miss speaking. Out loud. With the breath moving my chest up and down. My lungs expand. They contract. In and out–everything moves! All the time. And not just around me. I am part of it.

GIRL: I know.

BOY: You do? Really? Because you’re just sitting there, hugging your arms to your body. You don’t talk, you won’t look at me. Pretending it’s already over–

GIRL: Please don’t.

BOY: It’s like you’d rather be… stone.

GIRL: Not true.

BOY: Just sitting right where you will in a few hours.


BOY: You have a plan?


BOY: Then what?


BOY: I won’t let you do this. It hurts me, too.

BOY grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around to face him. Tears fall down her cheeks. He looks down at her fists. They are clenched so hard that blood drips out.

GIRL: I’m not stone. I feel it all.

BOY: What are you doing?

GIRL: Trying to hold it in.

BOY: You’re hurting yourself.

GIRL: It’s too much.

BOY: No, no, please.

GIRL: I can’t–we don’t have time–

GIRL gasps.

GIRL: Oh no.

They look down–her feet have turned to stone.

BOY: No, it can’t be.

GIRL: It’s starting.

BOY: It’s not supposed to–

GIRL: It is.

BOY: No, no, no.

He joins her on the bench.

BOY: It can’t be. The spell said until–

GIRL: All Hallow’s Eve.

BOY: But it’s not yet!

GIRL: Not here. But somewhere.

BOY: They tricked us. They trapped us. They cheated us in the end. It’s not fair!

BOY tries to lift an arm for emphasis, but it is already frozen as stone.

GIRL: No it isn’t.

BOY: How much longer do we have?

GIRL shakes her head.

GIRL: It’s not up to me.

BOY: But–

GIRL: We got a taste.

BOY: Too short.

GIRL: Too long.

BOY: Don’t say that.

GIRL: We were happy before.

BOY: We were nothing.

GIRL: It was fake. Before. What we were–just a moment. Now we know what happens before.

BOY: No. We are more than that.

GIRL: I don’t know.

BOY: You bleed!

GIRL: For now. I can already feel it quickening in my veins. Turning back to grit and gluing together.

BOY cries.

GIRL: Hey.

BOY: What?

GIRL: Is it sticking in you, too?

BOY: Uh huh.

BOY sniffles.

BOY: No tears left. They dried up.
And my breath is going. My lungs- ah!

GIRL: Were we this close before?

BOY: I… don’t… know. Can you feel that?

GIRL: Mmhm. It’s… okay.

BOY: No….

GIRL: We’re going… together.

BOY: Yes…

GIRL: Wait! Please–

BOY: Wha…

GIRL: Kiss me…

BOY takes all his remaining effort and learns forward. They kiss. GIRL sighs her last and relaxes. They freeze into place: caught in the kiss.

A couple walks into the park. As they walk past–

WOMAN: Hey. Look at the lovers.

MAN: Huh?

WOMAN: The lovers. There’s something different.

MAN: Really?

WOMAN: They’re closer than there were before. Look, see?

MAN shrugs. They walk out of the park.

I did it!

That is *technically* the end of #31days31plays. But it was so much fun that I can promise a couple of things:

  • This was only the first challenge.
  • I will post more snippets of work in progress. Because why not?

If you had a favorite play, please write me at or reply in the comments.

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#31days31plays Week 3

I didn’t think that these short plays would capture anything but my silliest thoughts.

This play from Thursday morning October 18th does capture something more.

OLIVIA, young woman, kneels before a wishing well.

OLIVIA: Please help me. Please, please. I want him to feel what I feel. What he has done to me… I¬†need this. Please, please, please.

She drops a coin into the well. It plops into the water and echoes. OLIVIA bows her head and murmurs further prayers. She nods and stands up, as if to leave.

FAIRY (VO): Is that your true wish?

OLIVIA jerks back around. She sees no one at the well.

FAIRY (VO): I’m here only to fulfill true wishes, the ones at the core of one’s very heart and soul.

OLIVIA watches as mist spouts from the wishing well in wisps, then a fount. A small winged creature, FAIRY, leaps out and alights on the well’s stony edge.

OLIVIA: You…¬†did hear my wish.

FAIRY: I did.

OLIVIA: And you are going to grant it? Really?

FAIRY: If I heard it correctly.

OLIVIA: I want him to feel what I feel.

FAIRY: He? Who is he?

OLIVIA: My abuser.

FAIRY: His name?

OLIVIA: I’d rather not…

FAIRY: Hmmmm.

OLIVIA: Does that mean you can’t do it?

FAIRY: Oh I can do it.

FAIRY shudders.

FAIRY: I have to do it. But I’m nervous about letting the magic flow like this. For so wide and vague a command

OLIVIA: I can describe him. Or show you a picture… just wait one minute!

OLIVIA pulls out her phone and begins to scroll through pictures and contacts. FAIRY squirms and tries to fight off the rising magic. But she cannot. She shudders and sneezes–the magic radiating out from her into OLIVIA.

OLIVIA: Bless you.

FAIRY: Oh no.

OLIVIA: Oh no what?

FAIRY: Too late. I couldn’t hold it back.


FAIRY: The magic. When the wish is so clear, it’s difficult to delay. Gosh darned it.

OLIVIA: So… it worked?

FAIRY: Of course.

OLIVIA: It worked. My wish… whoa! Thank you!

FAIRY: Wait!

OLIVIA does not heed or hear her. She races away. FAIRY gulps and leaps back into the wishing well.

This play is not complete. I cannot wait to go back and add to it!

Come back next week for the last official update and the last few days of #31days31plays 2018.

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#31days31plays Week 2

The second week got creepier… in a good way.

It included Ophelia resuscitated on a spaceship in the future. And a last minute finish for Day 14–but not a day missed yet.

A basement bunker. Two women sleep on cots. Well, STACY sleeps. She really sleeps–snoring loudly. It’s pretty clear she’s out. On the next cot, AMBER tosses and turns.

A loud thump from outside. AMBER sits up.

AMBER: What was that? Stacy?

STACY snores.

AMBER: Oh God. It’s fine. It’s okay. The locks will hold. The barriers before that, the cloaking–

Another crash.

AMBER: (wincing) They can’t hear us. We’re safe. I checked. Jumped up and down and screamed while you were outside. When you were still packing and searching for Zach…

AMBER breaks off. Emotional, she stifles a sob. STACY snores.

AMBER: How can you sleep?

STACY snores.

AMBER: How do you make your mind calm enough to forget? We could be all that’s left. Of the human race. Safe for now, but… we’re it. We only have each other.

AMBER listens to STACY snore. It calms her down. She snuggles back down into her cot and tries to go back to sleep. A moment later, just as AMBER is nodding off, STACY sits straight up in her cot.

STACY: The laundry is… (dissolves into mumbling).

AMBER: Stacy?

STACY: (Mumbling)… I have to get it…

AMBER: Huh? Go back to sleep.

STACY: Or he’ll get it first…

AMBER: Stace, what are you talking about?

AMBER goes over to STACY. Realizes she’s still asleep.

AMBER: It’s okay. Just lie back down.

AMBER tries to pull the sheets back over STACY, but STACY pushes them off and moves her feet to the floor.

AMBER: No, no, let’s just go back to sleep.

STACY: He tracks mud… (mumbling). Must feed him…

AMBER: It’s just a dream–


STACY stands up.

AMBER: Stacy, wake up now.

AMBER takes STACY’s hand, and tries to pull her back down to the cot. She won’t budge.

AMBER: He’s not out there. There’s no one out there anymore. It’s just a dream.

STACY begins moaning, almost like a zombie.

AMBER: No, no, please don’t do this. Wake up!

AMBER claps her hands in front of STACY’s face. No change.

AMBER: (yelling) Wake up!

No change. AMBER grabs STACY by the shoulders and shakes her.

AMBER: Wake up! You’re all I have left. You are NOT a zombie. You are not. Wake up, just wake up!

Suddenly, STACY grabs AMBER with amazing strength and throws her across the room. AMBER tries to get up, but boxes fall on top of her. A thump from outside.

AMBER: Stacy please. I’m stuck.

STACY turns and begins walking toward the door.

STACY: He needs … just outside…

AMBER: No! Stacy, no! (moans in pain) Don’t do it, wake up, please!

STACY unlocks the door and opens it wide.

STACY: Come here Princess! Time for dinner.

Zombie moaning can be heard. STACY still asleep, turns back into the room, goes to her cot, and lies back down.

AMBER: Stacy?

STACY snores.

AMBER: No, no, no, no, no. (yelps in pain) I can’t– I can’t move. I can’t–

STACY snores. Zombies sounds get louder.

AMBER: The door. Stacy, please. Get the door. They’re coming. They’re–get the door, please. We can’t, you can’t–wake up! Wake up! Please just wake up. Stacy!

The lights cut out. Shuffling and moaning of the zombies is right in the room now.

STACY: (awake voice): Amber?

AMBER: Oh God.

STACY: What happened to the lights?

AMBER: (hysterical shushing) Shhhh, shhhh.

STACY flicks on a flashlight to find herself surrounded by zombies. She screams bloody murder. They crowd her and the flashlight goes out.

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#31days31plays Week 1

I wrote a (1 page or more) play every day for the past week. It was just the beginning.

Here’s one of those days:

TONI stands outside of a closed bathroom door. Waiting impatiently to use the facilities. They lean up against the door, listening intently.

Toni huffs and paces–they really need to go. They pace back to the door.

TONI: What are you doing in there?

LOU: (murmuring) Oh. That’s what you want?

TONI: Are you masturbating in there?!? / You’re ridiculous.

LOU: No.

TONI: Hurry up!

LOU murmurs from behind the door.

TONI: What?

A beat.

TONI: What did you say?

LOU: Uh… can’t you go outside?

TONI: Outside!

LOU: Down the alley, no one will see you–

TONI: No, Lou. I can’t–

LOU: No you’ll hurt yourself!

TONI: (to themselves) Why didn’t you look for a place with¬†two bathrooms. Ricki told me something like this would happen… Weirdo. Probably is masturbating…

TONI continues to murmur and pace, distracting from the building need for the bathroom.

Lights up on the other side of the door. It’s a standard bathroom: toilet, washstand/sink, window, and claw-foot bathtub/shower. LOU sits on the bathroom floor, crouched by the clawfoot tub. It looks normal–until you look underneath. A portal has opened up to another world. It looks like a fantasy kingdom, in miniature. Small human-like beings gather at one foot of the tub. They try to move forward, but Lou stops them.

LOU: No, no. It’ll take too long. I’ll find the bubble bath–erm, magic potion, I mean.

High-pitched murmuring. Lou leans down to listen. Shakes their head.

LOU: The other giant won’t eat you–

Pounding at the door.

TONI: Come on!

LOU: Um, don’t come in here. I’m in the tub.

TONI: I won’t look–

LOU: Just tell me where the bubble bath is.

TONI: Bubble bath!?! That’s it, I’m coming in.

Toni starts pounding on the door, trying to unlock it.

LOU: Stay there. Stay right there.

TONI: Unlock this door, you turd!

Lou starts looking around for the bubble bath, but too frantically for them to find anything. They just make a mess. High-pitched yelling from the small people under the tub, who start to lift up one person to get over the bath mat.

TONI: I’m getting the key. You better be dressed when I get in there.

LOU: No! You can’t–Toni’s coming back. I can’t keep them out.

High-pitched yelling.

LOU: Hide, hide! Somewhere–under here.

Lou shepherds the little people into the cupboard under the sink and shuts the door.

LOU: Be very quiet. And maybe hold your breath–

Toni opens the bathroom door and bursts in to find Lou crouched down by the sink.

TONI: What the hell?

LOU: There was a mouse. I was trying to shield you–

TONI: Get out.

Toni grabs Lou and tosses them out of the bathroom and slams the door. Lights down on the bathroom side. Now Lou is leaning impatiently against the bathroom door.

LOU: It’s harmless! Don’t hurt it.

On the other side of the door, Toni makes a low moaning sound.

LOU: What was that?

TONI: Oh. My. God.

LOU: What?

A beat. Lou paces back and forth.

LOU: (murmuring) Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Please don’t hurt them. I know it’s weird and crazy but please, please, please, please, please don’t–

Toilet flush. Sound of sink and then the door swings open.

TONI: Just tell me next time you’re going to take a bath, okay?

LOU: You didn’t see the mouse?

TONI: There are no mice in my house.

Toni starts to walk away.

LOU: Wait! Where’s the bubble bath?

TONI: Top shelf of the cabinet. Behind the extra shampoo.

Toni exits. Lou races into the bathroom and opens the sink cupboard. The little people stumble out, clutching their noses and mouths.

LOU: Sorry about that–

Lou stands up and opens the cabinet. They dig around and find the “magic potion.”

LOU:–but this might help.

High-pitched cheering. Lou uncaps the bubble bath and pours it into the full bathtub. The little kingdom underneath the tub brightens up as storm clouds clear and a rainbow appears over the castle, filling the bathroom with its light. The little people cheer and run back to their home.

A knock on the door.

TONI: Hey, don’t use it all up!

Lou looks at the empty bubble bath bottle.


Tune back in next week for another sneak peek into my process.

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31 Days, 31 Plays

I have challenged myself for the month of October.

The challenge? Write a play each day… a one-page play, that is.

Sometimes you gotta take baby steps to get back into the creative habit–this is mine.

Each day I will write one page of scripted material (radio and film scripts do count). This could be self-contained, part of another project, the beginning of a future project, an internal musing staged as a play–practically¬†anything.

Grey Remington Quiet-Riter Typewriter with paper in it

The idea is less like Suzan Lori-Parks’ 365 Plays and more like the concept of the one-page picture frame from Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. If writing a whole novel, a chapter, or even a page seems too overwhelming, then just write one sentence. One really good sentence that you can launch off of into the rest of the story.

Each week I will post my favorite (or least embarrassing) one-page play here. You can also follow my updates on Twitter (@maggiesulc) and Instagram (@maggiesulc).

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