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Typical Conversation Linda Escalera Price: I'm a playwright. Guy: Really? How did you end up doing that? LEP: The only thing I can manage to write well is dialogue. Guy: You think that's good dialogue? LEP: No, not really, but I was just answering -- Guy: Would I have seen anything you've written? LEP: I really don't know. Ever seen a play in LA or off-off Broadway or the dozens of the places my work has been produced? If so, you might have seen my short play "Welcome to Florida" (published by Brooklyn Publishers) or one of my full-length plays like "Silent Heroes" or "Harps & Harmonicas". If you hang out at schools or churches you might have seen one of my children's plays or a chancel drama or two. Perhaps the cantata "Believe." Guy: So, do you make a living as a playwright? LEP: Not a very good living . . . Guy: Yeah, that's what I thought. To find out more about me check out www.priceswrite.com, Like me at https://www.facebook.com/LindaEscaleraPrice or follow me @ladderprice.

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What’s In A Name? Thanks!

by Linda Escalera Price On January 28, 1986, I stood in stunned silence in my office parking lot in Jacksonville, FL as the plume of Space Shuttle Challenger exploded into two hideous plumes. Fourteen years later I named a character, the wife of a Marine aviator who stands strong under adversity, June – as a way of […]

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Die Laughing

by Linda Escalera Price When my Grandfather was 89, he sat down on the back deck of his Napa Valley home, watched the setting sun cast shadows across the vineyards, sipped a glass of 18 year-old Glenlivet and breathed his last breath. You could almost see the credits roll at the end of a long, […]

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How A Hotdog Made Me A Better Writer

by Linda Escalera Price My mother refused to teach me to read. I was about 3, and she thought if I learned to read then, I would be bored when I started kindergarten. So I taught myself to read by studying my older siblings’ workbooks about Dick and Jane and Sally. (As the youngest, I […]

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by Linda Escalera Price “I make my living now as a screenwriter! Which I’m surprised and horrified to hear myself saying, butI don’t think I can support myself as a playwright at this point. I don’t think anybody does.” – Tony Kushner in Time Out When you hear things like this, the idea of making […]

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Words Are Magic

by Linda Escalera Price   I’ve been trying to stay motivated to write while dealing with some family matters. Issues that demand my time and atten . . . yes, I’ll be right over. Now where was I? Oh yes . . . tion. It’s hard to stay focused when things demand to be taken […]

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Let’s Get Started

by Linda Escalera Price   When is it time to start a new project?  Right now.  No matter what else you have going on. “Make sure you have another play ready to go.”  Fellow playwright Faye Sholiton offered me this advice early in my career.  I’m pretty sure it was between bites at lunch during […]

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Getting Out Of Bed

by Linda Escalera Price   You haven’t seen me for a while.  In fact, my blogmates haven’t seen me for a while. There’s a good reason.  Which turned into a lousy reason.  And the lousy reason lead to a downright pathetic reason. If you recall – or if you go dig in the archives – […]

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Don’t Watch The Play

Not long after I started writing my first play, I called a local playwright and asked if I buy him lunch and pick his brain.  (Food is always a good way to reach theatre people.)  It was very productive lunch – my hand had barely stopped moving, I was trying to take notes so quickly.  […]

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Reading the Signature

It was the final exam for a graduate level philosophy course.  My friend Robert had read and studied the work of major philosophers all semester.  He had a solid A going into the final.  The paper slid in front of him, and he started to read.  It was a list of statements, and he was […]

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Why Everyone Needs A Volleyball

“WILSON!” That one word sums up our human need for community. When Tom Hanks lost Wilson in Castaway, his grief was palpable.  It wrenched the souls of millions of people.  In fact, I just watched the clip again in the middle of McAllister’s Deli and almost started crying at his pain. And Wilson was a […]

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