Portland was written a while back when I was a writer-in-residence at the Edna St. Vincent Millay Colony. I had fallen asleep in my wonderful studio (a converted barn with a curved wall) when I had an incredibly vivid dream about the first love of my life, and the room we shared in Portland, Oregon-- after we had broken up. I hadn't thought of her in years, and the dream was an expressionist flash of frozen moments, like a slide show drenched in rain. I began writing a play. First, I jotted down an outline, but when I started writing a scene, I found I couldn't stop. For fourteen straight hours I wrote, finishing as the sun began to peak through my window. The script came to me fully-formed, as if it had been gestating for years. When I finally got to bed, I realized that it was Valentine's Day-- my ex's birthday.
Portland
April 23-25th 2009
Coastal Empire One-Act Festival
Performed by The Masqeurs Theatre Troupe
Armstrong Atlantic State University
7:30 p.m. Jenkins Hall Black Box Theater.
General admission: Only $10.
Box Office: 344.2801
Photo, "Rain, Rain go away. Raindrops" by victoriapeckam, courtesy of the artist via Creative Commons.








Comments (3)
That is so romantic and fantastic. Isn't that how Sam S. wrote all his early stuff, banging away on his typewriter?
Posted by east side bride | March 12, 2009 2:58 AM
Posted on March 12, 2009 02:58
I like that play a lot.
Posted by dup | March 12, 2009 3:42 PM
Posted on March 12, 2009 15:42
East Side: Yeah, now Mr. S writes while driving. He keeps a notepad on his lap. I'm still on the hunt for an IBM Selectric.
Dup: Thank you!
Posted by r | March 12, 2009 5:16 PM
Posted on March 12, 2009 17:16