John Morogiello – American Playwright

My brother–bless his tiny, stone-like heart–has been nagging me to start a blog for years; attempting to bedazzle me with tales of non-existent fans and producers, killing themselves to glean my every move and opinion.  Unable to wait for me any longer, he began it himself.  I will endeavor to continue it, though I much prefer the sly and silly e-mail as my means of self-promotion.  In the end, I can only do so much to conjure fans and producers into existence.  The rest is up to them.

In any case, here’s what I’m up to at the moment:  I returned from opening night of Stonewall’s Bust, pleased with the production and eager to put the final fifteen pages on a new script before the Maryland State Arts Council grant deadline.  But when I reread the play, it was a disaster.  I immediately abandoned it.  With the deadline only five days away, I became desperate:  I needed to buckle down and write a new play, quickly!  After devoting the first day to the heavy intake of alcohol (an employment I always find useful), I scribbled a cursory outline for a script based on an idea I conceived four years ago.  Finding the outline decidedly less awful than the script I had abandoned, I scrambled to the Mac and banged on the keyboard for the next three days in twelve hour shifts.  Had I been an infinite number of monkeys, I might have produced Hamlet; but being only me, I produced a sick, little comedy called A Thing for Redheads and packed it off to MSAC this morning.  

I don’t know if it’s any good, but I’ll work on it further in the coming weeks.  I’d like to see it hitting literary offices by the end of the year.