I was talking with an acquaintance last weekend. It was at a party, and I hadn't spoken to this person in a while.
She told me that she still thinks about my play Minced. And she asked why it hasn't been performed more.
It's flattering to know that something I wrote still lingers in the minds of some folks that saw it performed.
I'm proud of Minced. It won Best of Fringe at the Hamilton Fringe Festival in 2010.
There was a great production team involved. Wonderful actors. Lovely direction.
It even got mounted again a few years later in Oakville with a different director and set of actors.
But it's a one-act play. So, there aren't a lot of options for it beyond Fringe or other one-act festivals.
I could revisit it, I suppose. See if there is room for expansion?
It's been a long time since I've looked at it.
And there are other projects to work on.
I could let that thought percolate a bit.
Minced was one of the first plays that I started writing without knowing what was going to happen.
I just poked away at it.
There was something there in the relationship. Between the middle-aged daughter and her elderly mother. I didn't know exactly what it was.
It took a couple of drafts before I "got" it. Before I knew what my play was about and how I could write it.
Maybe that's the approach to use for a revision. Poke away at it slowly.
I'll mince around Minced.
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