Tag: Alex Dremann

  • Meaningless milestones and itinerant playwrights

    Another milestone!  I hit 85,000 words on my new novel, The Lost City of the Metal Men, which officially makes it the longest thing I have ever written.  I don’t know if that means anything to a non-writer, but I was proud enough to pour myself a martini on Wednesday night to celebrate.  There was also…

  • Quickies on Father’s Day!

    As I more-or-less said I was going to do, I celebrated Father’s Day by going to the local community theater and watching amateur actors talk about dicks.  You wouldn’t necessarily expect that from a community theater, but after watching a piece last year about a sperm donor bank which included plastic jars of suspiciously-viscous substances…

  • Sam’s Salon, October 2015

    I’m a little late on this one, but last weekend, Sam’s salon was graced by the literary stylings of local playwright Lindsay Harris Friel in a little piece she likes to call, This is Halloween.  Timeliness aside, it was cool to see a play with a plot I’d never seen before, to wit, how to explain…

  • The Philadelphia Connection

    As I teased in my last post, a new book hit the market yesterday called The Philadelphia Connection by B.J. Burton.  B.J. was one of the playwrights associated with the Brick Playhouse back in the late nineties and early naughts, and since those days, she’s engaged in a series of adventures and misadventures and illicit activities…

  • Community theater boogie shuffle

    Last Friday night, I visited the local community theater, which isn’t something I do a lot of, and not merely because I’m a snooty theatergoer (no sense in denying that).  I only have time and money to see a finite amount of theater—typically about 20-25 shows a season—so it doesn’t make sense to waste that time…