Every story has its ending.
I wish it didn’t have to end, though. Being in Ireland has really opened up my mind and has given me this desire to travel and learn new cultures.
I loved being in the Armagh Project. I want to come back next year. (@Kim @Terri: how do I make this happen?)
I can honestly say that this experience has really changed me as a person in the best way. It’s given my confidence, yet humbled me. It’s given me new friends and appreciation for my old ones. I really like the Grace that is leaving Ireland.
I’m sad to leave, but exited to take what I learned with me!
LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!
I love my workshop. I am a firm believer in everything happens for a reason- and this workshop was choice #2, and I got put in!
I am in writing for children and I am loving it. I really have been enjoying all the exercises that the instructor has been giving us. I also like how we have to volunteer to share our work- I don’t enjoy being forced.
Our instructor, I forget her name (I’m sorry), is very captivating. She reads her own work which blows me away. She is very talented! I feel lucky to be put in her workshop.
I tried to eat a bagel during the opening ceremony- I knew that wasn’t okay- I’m a theatre kid. I was just so hungry. I didn’t eat the bagel there.
I did, however, eat it after the “unofficial” opening ceremony. I was excited- and not about the bagel. I couldn’t wait to begin the day! The only event I had was the writing for children workshop- a PERFECT workshop for me, as I write for college/ high school students.
I automatically liked my teacher. She seemed to have a sense of humor and a quiet wisdom about her and she proved it to be true with the first exercise. By the end, I couldn’t wait to come back the next day!
Guys, I cried the first day we were here. I’ll admit it. I was nervous- I came late- Everyone went out before I got to meet anyone. I was worried- which is not an unusual emotion for me to feel.
Now I’m crying because I don’t want to leave.
The Armagh Project has been one of the best experiences of my life. It’s true what everyone says: studying abroad has really changed my perspective on so many parts of life. I have experienced a new culture, and in doing so, learnt about my own.
I will miss our hostel. I will miss the teachers. I will miss the city… and I’ll miss my friends. LOVE YOU ALL!!
As a playwright, rehearsal is always sort of… nerve-wracking. “Will the actors capture the characters?” “Does the director understand my play?” “Oh no, I wanted a longer pause there!”
But, rehearsal is always fun- and I really have enjoyed watching Terri bring Rockabye Changeling to life! She gets the piece in all its weirdness and seriousness. I love watching the actors go “Babies.”
Its a cool thing- seeing your work brought to life and rehearsal is where the magic happens!
The workshop yesterday morning was a lot of fun!
It was great to be able to escape the characters we already had, and take the time to explore new ones. I really enjoyed working together with Marian and our weird creation of Emma and Sabrina.
My audience is so important to what I write. I think it informs all your work, if you realize it or not. It even informed our pieces here.
I can honestly say that I probably wouldn’t have even thought to write Rockabye Changeling if I wasn’t in Ireland. It is amazing how your work changes and flows when you know who you are writing for.
Yes I can.
Can I say my favorite character is Julia Child? We didn’t get to see Dark Enough to Still be Tasteful yesterday, but I still feel the urge to say that this wacky cook is my favorite.
I didn’t know who Julia Child was before this play. (I know, I know. I missed out on a TON of recipes.) But, I’m so happy that this play was my introduction.
A group of hungry millennials is pretty scary… but make it a group of hungry American millennials and apparently one will go running. This was true for our first server at The Abacus in Belfast.
This woman was short and skinny. Her eyes filled with worry; her posture unconfident in herself. As our nervous waitress approached the scene, Sam trumped her with a question about the food… if they served lo mein. The waitress was stunned- confused- helpless! She asked for our drink orders after telling us that lo mein was not on the menu and disappeared and reappeared.
While her shaking hands poured the guinness poorly in the cup, Jen, Marian, Sam and I all looked at each other knowingly. We should have known from the servers instantly taking away our chopsticks (without asking) when they heard our accents that this would be an interesting night.
Unfortunately, that was the last time we saw her. I often think about what might of been if the man who approached us next… didn’t. Maybe we wouldn’t have been questioned on our orders. Maybe we wouldn’t have been handed a calculator when we asked to split the check. Maybe we wouldn’t have been forced to leave a tip.