This weekend I rented an Airbnb, packed my bags and decided to have my own writers retreat. My goal was to finish 60 pages of a new script called Yema, Yosi and Timely Things. It didn't have to be perfect. Infact it was quite the opposite. messy pages. Messy hand writing. Paint on some of the pages. Notes on some of the pages. A true crap draft.
The entire goal of the weekend was to let the story out. And so I did. I still have a ton of research to do, but the important thing was to get the story out.
I dedicate this story to my muse and my grandma. Two people who showed up in the play in unexpected ways.