Hell or High Water

I made a pact with myself I'd keep up this series every Monday, come hell or high water, so here I am. This morning - as far as I can tell - I'm not in hell and the water is at a manageable level, so admittedly I have not been truly put to the test yet.

It's been a crazy last week so I haven't really had time to write a post one can sink teeth into, so I'm just going rogue this morning with a State of the Union: My new play Pentonville was accepted into the Manhattan Repertory Theater 10-Minute-Play Festival, and we had a brilliant casting session yesterday in which we found some real gems we hope will say "yes" to my casting director's email this morning that says: "we want you." I've always been obsessed with taking real-life historical figures and tossing them into modern-day culture, so we're all very excited about this play and possibly expanding it into a full-length down the road. I'm also producing a non-fiction TV show for the History Channel, as well as organizing an evening of short plays I hope will develop into a series - a revolving door, as it were, of writers from all different walks of life. If you're a playwright, actor, director, producer, etc, please get in touch, as I'm looking for creative doers who can help realize this vision.

New York continues to bring love, collaboration, and promise. Even if on some days that means just not getting into an argument with a stingy hotdog vendor. See you next week.