“It’s not love that’s complicated, it’s us. People.”
I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
I have been trying to understand myself better through writing. I have been trying to understand the world better through writing. I think I have been doing this for quite some time without fully realizing that I have been doing it.
There are so many complex emotions that have been swirling through me these last few years. A jumble of feelings about love and loss, joy and fear, hope and regret. At times I have felt numb and detached, at other times so alive and present that everything around me seemed to buzz.
All the while, I have been chasing meaning with my pen. I suppose I figured that if I could somehow disentangle my thoughts and shape them into words, if I could articulate them in such a way that made sense not only to me but also to other people, that maybe then I’d be able to answer that big, nagging question: What now?
Writing is a lonely business. I don’t know any way around that. The only way to do it is to sit in a chair, in front of a computer (or with a notebook and pen), alone, and do the work. I hate that part of it – the lonely part – even as I crave the solitude that’s required to tame my racing thoughts into written form.
In an effort to quell the loneliness, I took a break from writing non-fiction essays and returned to my roots: theatre. I wrote a play. I created characters to keep me company and guess what? I fell in love with all of them. And then I went out to try to find them in the real world. What an adventure that turned out to be.
In just a few days the play that I wrote, War Stories, will no longer be something that exists only in my imagination or inside of a rehearsal studio. It will be a real, tangible thing, on a stage, with actors (including me) breathing life into the story in front of an audience. My friends will come see it, and so will reviewers. It’s one of roughly 300 shows at Hollywood Fringe Festival, the largest theatre festival on the west coast of the United States. Talk about turning the lonely writer thing on its head. Talk about getting vulnerable. Because you see, while this play is a work of fiction, it’s a work of fiction I never could have created without looking inward and asking myself what I thought about one incredibly personal topic: love.
I wrote a letter to the play’s audience that will be published in the program, and I’ve shared it with you below. If you happen to be in Los Angeles during the month of June, I’ve also included a link at the bottom of this post with info about where you can see it and how to get tickets. And now, about War Stories:
There is no script about love that hasn’t already been written. No wisdom about the inner workings of our hearts that hasn’t already been put into a song, or a poem or the brushstrokes of a painting. For as long as humans have been telling stories, they have been telling stories about love. And for that same amount of time, they have been asking themselves one question: Why? Why do we love who we love?
War Stories was my attempt to answer that question. To be honest, I’m still writing my way toward the answer (a not so subtle plug to like the show on Facebook so that I can update you on the next, two-act iteration of this piece). They say that all art is autobiography, and though this play is a work of fiction, it would be impossible not to put something of myself into a topic so vulnerable, so personal. In some ways, all of these characters are me.
I set this story in Los Angeles because it’s the city where I live and it’s the city that I know, but aside from some inside baseball jokes about dating actors, it really could take place anywhere and be written in any language. Our search for love and the crazy things we do in pursuit of it are universal.
But there is something about this city that makes it fertile ground for this type of story. There’s something so optimistic about a place jammed full of creative people, living one break away from making their dreams come true. The sense of possibility is real and it’s intoxicating. Yet it can also be an incredibly lonely place. Countless hours of one’s life lost stuck in traffic jams, or working dead end jobs to pay the bills. How many people spend years existing on hope alone, always one step away from getting that thing that they think will make them happy?
To paraphrase a line from George Orwell’s famous essay Shooting an Elephant, if you wear a mask for too long, it becomes your face. This play is a cautionary tale about just that: the perils of pretending. All of these characters do it, and all realize at some point that they no longer can, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. In the end, they’re all looking for someone who, as Chelsea says, will “See them, really see them, and not run.”
But then again, aren’t we all?
Until next time, friends.
P.S. – For War Stories tickets & info, visit: hff16.org/3476
When you paraphraze George Orwell you’re on fire. 10/10
Haha! Thank you!
Fantastic your play is being staged. I also agree with marsroadkill that your quote from George Orwell is expressed well. Have you tried meditation?
I’ve never been great at meditation. I just had this conversation with a friend last night about giving it another try. I think I would really benefit from it. Thanks for reading!
I love everything about this! I want to start writing more too and have more than a fashion blog. Keep doing what you’re doing! XO
Thank you so much! Keep writing!
So wonderful and exciting! Congratulations!
Aww thank you!
Great to know that you discovered and realized your true passion. All the best for your show.
Thank you – I appreciate that!
Good luck with your upcoming production! Very exciting!
It seems that I can only poem when talented authors inspire’ and you’re a great inspiration indeed Sarah Kelly’ you’re a pleasure to read’ …talents beyond’ talent welled up from within’ and everything of honesty and of life.’ Thank you for a most wonderful read…
You flatter me. Thank you so much! I always enjoy your comments. 🙂
Delighted for you. I enjoy reading your blog and glad others have found your play deserving of a production. Good luck with it all.
Thanks so much Mark!
Wonderful! I think with this play, you’ve taken the first step into taking that mask off, not everyone can do it! Bravo, and all the best!
I hope so! Thanks for your kind wishes!
enjoying your words! best of luck with your play…wish I were going to be out there at that time!