It's supposed to hit 80+ degrees this weekend in NYC. The temp jolt makes me physically realize it's spring (that and my damn allergies). My artsy self, however, welcomed spring several weeks ago. My artsy self in the spring & summer time is all obsessed with anything that has nothing to do with writing/reading plays.
I don't have a name for my artsy spring self. Maybe Wanda, or...Cree, or...Sylvia?
Anyway, this is my point: spring and summer is a creative playground, a big ol' pollen and allergen free summer camp where I dust off my 35mm camera, spruce up the site & blog, start working on my fiction,...paint a piece of wood.
It's a PlayGrouNd. Totally insane but great.
It's a cycle. Plays are written in the fall & winter; other artistic endeavors go down now. I didn't think of this as a cycle until last week. I started making lil' beats on GarageBand for some unexplainable reason. After questioning this sudden urge to recreate an early MC Lyte album, I realized I ALWAYS seem to get antsy around late February / early March and turn to sketch pads & beat machines.
I talked to a friend & fellow playwright about it this afternoon, and she agreed--come spring writing a play is all of a sudden like putting on a crappy sweatshirt that's too heavy and smells a lil' funky. (That's my analogy, not hers. She just said, "yea, I'm totally burnt out.")
This is not to say, of course, that I'm done with playwriting during these seasons. I have a few deadlines & rewrites that I have to tackle in the coming months. But a girl needs a timeout, you know? It's fun and necessary to pop a Claritin and stroll around the city taking pictures...