Coherence

Today I gave a rough draft of my play to writing buddy #1. Tomorrow morning I will email my rough draft to writing buddy #2. If you read this, you know these two facts are currently making me a nervous wreck.

Let me back up first. Tonight, I met with writing buddy #1 to talk over what we wanted the other to help with. He asked about my work...and I became a bumbling mess. I couldn't explain my play coherently at all. The more I tried to explain, the more confusing everything became. I watched my friend's face and was convinced about halfway through my explanation that he no longer had any idea what I was saying. Now this means one of two things: the play itself is incoherent or I need to learn how to discuss my work. I am hoping that I am just lacking in "conversing about my work" skills. Again, this is something I need to work on sooner rather than later.

In the end, I asked him to read the play and, basically, tell me if it makes any sense.

I told him to be mean.

That was pretty much the most coherent, and most terrifying, thing I said all night.