I wanted to speak a little bit more on the "workshop" that I had with Peter and Katie. First, I wish that I had given myself more time to read through the piece. I wanted to see how instinctively the words came to the actors from the page. The answer was not really. And it's not their fault, its my own because what I wrote was dense and awkward. If I had given myself more time, we could have gone through the play again and I could have given little notes here and there. That way I could get an idea as to how far a leap has to be made. Again, everything was insanely helpful.
Even though I said that I didn't want the feedback, it would have been a good thing to have. Peter mentioned that it was a very Greek piece and that gave it a lot of clarity. Didn't see that coming. The feedback thing wasn't a question of ego but I was more scared that there was going to be input that I would really take to and then the play would go off in a million different directions.
I already think that it's a little more "complicated" than what I had imagined. That's not really a good thing. I find that it's hard to keep focus on themes when I'm writing (hence the workshop). But Katie and Peter were great helps.
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The play ended up being a bit longer than I thought that it would. I was shooting for fifteen pages and ended up at nineteen (the max was twenty). With the Pinter Pauses that I put in there, this might run a good bit of time.
Finally settled on the title: The Errant Knaves. Something about it seemed to fit, but naturally I reserve the right to change the damn thing. It's appropriate enough but something about it suggests that the father and son go out on quixotic adventures when they don't. I guess it's something that I would have written back in my high school days. But it's a lot stronger than what I would have produced back in the day. At the very least, I feel like I've grown as an artist.