Hello New Year, So Long Guilt

2011 is about to come to an end and everybody in my house is either asleep or reading a book. What that means is the wheels have stopped long enough where I can post something on this blog. It's sort of all or nothing with this blog for me. Lately, it's been nothing but then I check in and see that some people have visited this site -- and even left welcome comments -- despite my lack of activity.

Normally, this is where I would vow to change my ways and make this place all lively with regular postings. But I am not going to do that this time. I am just going to post an update on my little life. It certainly seems like an appropriate thing to do at the end of the year and it will aliveate a bit of my blogger guilt.

In last 12 months my plays -- which are published through Dramatic Publishing and Playscripts -- have been produced at a pretty regular clip. This year my play The Clawfoot Interviews was done in Romania. My comedy All I Really Need to Know I Learned by Being in a Bad Play was performed in Ireland.

I wrote a new short play called We're Your Friends for an anthology about bullying. Certainly one of the highlights of my year was having my play Disfarmer as part of the Arkansas New Play Fest at Fayetteville's terrific TheatreSquared.

I've also taken on new work that I haven't talked much about, in part because I haven't found an appropriate time. Starting in September, I've been the dramaturg at Arkansas' largest professional theatre, Arkansas Repertory Theatre . The most visible face of that work is in my postings on the Rep's blog. So I guess you could say that I've been doing some blogging this year.

Meanwhile, the main occupyer of my time is being an adjunct professor at Hendrix College, UALR and Pulaski Technical College. Somewhere in all of that I continue to write freelance pieces -- mostly about music -- for my old employer The Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.

The end of this year also brought more good news on the writing front, a project I will talk in detail about later. I've said enough about me and it's less than an hour away from the new year. Maybe I'll turn off this computer and listen to the fireworks go off around this house.