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I am always the first one to say:  Know your market.  But I think it’s important to know your industry as well.  If you are thinking about querying agents, look around first.  Many of them operate active blogs on which they often talk about the intricacies of their business and how they prefer to be approached.  To aid you in this, I have begun, and will continue to update my page with links to agent blogs.  Please, feel free to email me if you know of a great agent-operated blog you’d like to see linked here.

Matt Hinton has a lot to shout about.  After completing his MFA last year, his thesis project, a play titled Quiet Cowboy, hits the stage at  Lackawanna College’s Mellow Theater in Scranton next week.  A script that began almost three years ago is coming to fruition with the help of the Gaslight Theatre Company.  I spoke with Matt to find out exactly how it feels to see your work come to life.  And if our interview is any indication of this playwright’s energy, audiences will be anything but quiet.

Me: Tell us a little bit about Quiet Cowboy… Where the inspiration came from, why a western? Would you define it as a western drama?

Matt: Quiet Cowboy is the story of Wally and his family life.  After the death of his father and the sudden absence of his older brother, Wally takes to the American hero-figure of the cowboy for prairie-grown advice on life, it’s struggles, and how to handle himself under fire.
The inspiration for this play came from my own childhood obsession with cowboy movies and shows.  I would often spend hours a day locked in my room, the television blaring away with a thousand gunshots.  My parents didn’t really know about this.  They weren’t neglectful, but I was (and am) more an introvert than I let on.  I had secrets.  Instead of posters with cowboys, what they more likely saw papering my walls were maps of Arizona, Nevada, and the like (desert maps, really), printouts of conspiracy theories, aliens, the Bermuda Triangle, and the occult.  I was a weird kid.
Western Drama?  Maybe.  I’m not that hip on titles, but that’s appropriate enough.  I’ve always been partial to the term “Cowboy Play” because there are so few of them that are well known, even amongst the theatre brood; and besides, it’s fun to say.

Me: How long have you been working in this play? how many variations of the play did you have to create before you felt it was ready for the stage?

Matt: The earliest version of Quiet Cowboy came about sometime in 2008.  I was in the MA portion of the Wilkes University Creative Writing Program at the time, and had a few decent ideas for my project, but nothing that really burned in my chest with the heat of a thousand suns.  So, I started doing some writing exercises (it’s never too late to return to exercise prompts – if anything else, to limber up, to test oneself, to take ridiculous chances).  One of the prompts demanded that I write a compelling opening – one of my favorite challenges – and I came up with this man chain-smoking in his underwear in the wee small hours of the morning, the flash and bang of a cowboy movie dancing on his face, the walls, etc.  I could hear the gunshots, I could smell the cigarettes, the gunpowder.  Soon enough, my simple opening had grown to 15 or so pages, and I showed it around to Juanita Rockwell and Jean Klein, both instructors in Wilkes Creative Writing Program, as well as a few others.  Then, I took copious notes: questions from myself and others, thoughts, experiments.  Before long, the television was a full-blown character and I had a memory play on my hands.

There were countless revisions, of course.  Before completing the program, I’d say the entire work went through anywhere from 8-10 full drafts.  Then, while attending a workshop at the Norman Mailer Colony in Provincetown, MA, I eliminated an entire character and essentially scrapped Act II.  I should digress to mention that by this point David Reynolds was tapped to direct (though really, he volunteered with great enthusiasm), we had already cast the play, organized a few table readings and some light scene work with the actors, and were well into planning the venue (Lackawanna College’s Mellow Theater in Scranton) and holding production meetings to discuss choices in sound design, lights, and so on.  So, when I came back from P-town with a complete rewrite of the second act, it kept everyone on their toes.  There were still a few minor line changes we came upon in the rehearsal process, but this is natural.  In all, I’m extremely happy with the script and what the entire ensemble has made of it, though I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some things I would ’tweak’ if I could.  But the production draft is complete, and that’s a good feeling.

Me:  How long have you been a playwright? where you an overly dramatic toddler?

Matt: Charles Bukowski once said,  ”Nobody one ever realizes they’re a writer.  They only think they’re a writer.”  Novelist Marlon James and poet Jim Warner talk about needing permission to write; which comes to the budding artist via the revelatory work of another writer, artist, etc.  I suppose I think I’ve been a playwright since I got permission from the likes of Sam Shepard, Mac Wellman, Douglas Messerli, David Ives, and the incomparable Juanita Rockwell, whom I often refer to as my “spirit guide”.  But really, I’ve been writing for a long time.  I used to write terrible stories (poems, too) about space cowboys, commanders, and a little series about a private detective who was constantly drunk, all of which I hid from the world.  And then, of course, there were the various skits and stories that I made with the family camcorder.  My actors were Lego people, neighborhood kids, friends, the occasional cameos by my parents (unbeknownst to them), and, thanks to some slick camera tricks, voices, and costumes, myself in multiple roles.  The results were bizarre and sometimes looked like a seizure of visual non-sequiturs, but they were never boring.  Anyway, those were my earliest “scripts”.  What truly captured me, though, was a 7th grade encounter with Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet.  Clichéd?  Maybe.  But I felt like I “got it” right away.  I understood his poetry and craved it – it became a well that I still draw from.

Was I a dramatic toddler?  I don’t remember much about my toddler years.  I mostly remember injuries.  When we lived in Arizona, I sat on a cactus as my father washed the red Nova in our Tucson driveway – 30+ needles drove right through the diaper and I’m told I didn’t cry as my parents removed them one by one.  Chasing a large beach ball, I fell into the pool while the cover was still on – that was also in Arizona.  Then, in Springtown, PA, my ring finger managed to mangle itself in the track of an opening garage door (a long story).  I’m told the word for all of this is “precocious”.  Once I got into the public school system, I think I finally began to get a feeling for audiences.  THEN, I became dramatic.  I acted out, lied like a salesman (always smiling), got into fights, and made my voice heard in hallways, classrooms, and eventually, the stage.  In a way, public school was the beginning of the end for me.

Me:  What do you hope people take away from Quiet Cowboy?

Matt:  I hope that people take away some semblance of American family life as it might be portrayed through the cowboy genre.  I hope they take home various interpretations of the poetry of the prairie and the homestead.  Garrison Keillor once told me that “with plays, you give them an evening!”  So I guess that’s what I really hope for – that they have a memorable time.  But then, bad times are often the most memorable.

Me:   What excites you the most about this upcoming production of your work?

Matt: Wow, what a question … the act of collaboration is where the real “art” of theatre takes place.  There have been several production meetings, each with decisions to be made about soundscapes, opportunities for tone poems, designs on the set and lights and look and feel of the props (a cowboy needs the ‘right’ revolver, you know), furniture, and location, and posters, and ads.  All of these have been guided by David and myself, but it’s really a true ensemble – real teamwork.  Then, we have the talent.  Each actor brings his/her own thoughts, interpretations, questions, and answers to each role.  They have shaped and guided the play more than anything, and in the end, Quiet Cowboy ceases to be work by Matthew S. Hinton and is instead ‘authored’ by the cast, crew, and director, as well.  The show itself, live and electric and before an audience, is the final act of collaboration.  The audience is the final contributor – laughing, crying, gasping, clapping, or getting up and leaving mid-show … that’s where the real art emerges.  Theatre does not take place inside a vacuum.  The unknown is exciting to me.  No matter the result, I often run headlong into dark rooms.  That sounds stupid when I step back and re-read it, but for me the western frontier and outer space are two of the three great mysterious adventures to get wrapped up in.  The third is humans.  There are probably more.

Me:   If Oprah was running this production, what would you like to see her give away to the audience? I’m thinking guns? you get a gun, you get a gun! Everyone gets a gun!

Matt: Haha.  Great question!  Guns are a good idea.  She’d have to include a bandolier, holster, poncho, spurs, chaps, lasso lessons, and possibly a horse (with saddle) for me to be really impressed.  Maybe she could launch a cowboy channel named after me too.

Thanks, Matt for answering my questions!

On a personal note, I was lucky enough to catch a dramatic reading from Quiet Cowboy last June at Wilkes University, and not only was I blown away by the intensity of this play, but Matt managed to quiet an entire audience of fellow writers.  (Not an easy feat!)

Quiet Cowboy will be at Lackawanna College’s Mellow Theater, beginning Friday, January 7th and running through Sunday, January 9th.  There will be a special preview Thursday, January 6th at 7:30 PM.

Tickets start at $8.

For more information, you can visit Matt’s Facebook page or his blog!

The Cast:
WALLY – Sean McKeown
RICKY – David Isgin
MA – Liz Powell
THERESA – Anne Rodella
J.W. – Paul Rodella
COWBOY – Rob Klubeck
FEMALE V.O. – Meghan Fadden
ANNOUNCER V.O. – David Reynolds

Directed by David Reynolds
A Gaslight Theatre Production

The Mellow Theater - Lackawanna College
501 Vine St., Scranton
www.gaslight-theatre.org

Riding in Cars with Boys

Author: Beverly Donofrio
William Murrow and Co. 1990
Penguin 1992

In Riding in Cars with Boys, Beverly Donofrio shares with us her story, a rebellious teenager who gets pregnant way too young and is shackled to a child and a husband before she even graduates high school. But this is hardly a unique story. Hell, my own mother has the exact same tale to tell. So what sets this memoir apart? Beverly Donofrio does.

This book would have floundered and failed if it weren’t for the voice of the central character. Donofrio is a straight forward kick-you-in-the-nuts kind of narrator. The honesty in which she tells her story is so gut wrenchingly true, you’d be hard pressed not to relate to her in some way. Whether you have ever been in an unhappy marriage, had a child too young, or simply had a roadblock between you and your dreams, you will feel her pain. You will hear her voice.

Beverly Donofrio is a young mother, but in many ways she is every mother. She dreams about the day her son, Jason, will go off to Kindergarten, she finds herself wishing she was single and free like her friends, she loves her young husband but wishes him dead in the same breath, she often doesn’t feel like putting her life second behind that of her sons, and she more than once forgets to bathe him before school. You’d be hard pressed to find one mother who doesn’t relate to that!
At times Donofrio’s resentment of her son is so strong that she comes very close to alienating the reader. I, for one, kept waiting for the epiphany of motherhood to grab hold of her and transform her into a doting suburban mother of the year. But it never happened. And that’s a good thing, because as much as I wanted it to, it would be a betrayal of the reader’s trust. We trust that the narrator is being completely forthcoming, because she never once deceives us. It is brutal at times, but it’s real. With her conversational tone she manages to make us feel like we are in on a secret with her. Like we are girlfriends sharing her story over a beer in a dark corner bar.

Rudyard Kipling once said there are only sixty-nine plots in literature. A strong writer can take any one of them and make it feel like they’ve discovered the seventieth. Donofrio has managed to make mother hood fresh again. She may be the one riding in cars with boys, but the reader is right there in the backseat.

When I started writing my current project, which is a memoir about my first marriage, I tried to be very conscious about how I portrayed my family members and my ex husband in the book.  I didn’t want to portray him as a bad guy, since he really wasn’t, and I didn’t want to come off as an ex writing a sleazy tell all.  I decided very early on that I was going to let the reader make up his/her own mind about all of the characters, including myself.  I was going to lay out a scene and let the chips fall where they may.  My mentor has informed me that in some places I’m more kind to him than I am to myself, but I think that’s important to maintain honesty and integrity.  The tides will shift my way, then his way, then back again.  Because that’s how life is.  But, even when you try your best to lay it out as neutral as possible, there are always casualties.

No one knows this better than Dave Eggers, author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.  If you haven’t read it, go buy it right now.  We’ll wait.  Go ahead.  (elevator music.)  (cheesy country music.)  Okay, now that’s settled.  Eggers’ story was about the death of his two parents and the subsequent effect it had on him and his siblings.  Including the fact that he was charged with the care of his then eight year old brother, Christopher (Toph).  He raised Toph with the help of his siblings, but, it was a story about Eggers himself.  It was the story of how this affected Eggers, no one else.  Hence, his sister Beth’s role was minimized in the book.  Beth, a practicing lawyer, took offense and often criticized Eggers publicly for downplaying her role in the raising of their young brother.  She eventually came around and apologized, but the damage was done.  In 2001, she committed suicide.For more on Eggers, go here: http://www.nationalpost.com/arts/story.html?id=2474101.

Now, did Eggers mean any harm to his sister?  Of course not.  He was writing his story, not hers.  Unfortunately, this is a nasty side effect of writing a memoir.  Those people who float in and out of our lives and make it what it is, are so numerous.   How do we give fair treatment to all?  For example, in my book I fail to even mention my ex’s family, all of whom played a huge role in our lives.  I don’t know why I did it, maybe I just felt overwhelmed at the prospect of working in a whole other aspect to our story.  Maybe, I felt that this was my story and they really have no part in it.  I can’t explain the omission, only that it exists.

Then there is my sister.  A wonderfully gifted artist who has allowed me with grace to splash her unflattering teenage years all over my book partly for comedic effect, but mostly because she has shaped my life the most, whether she admits that or not.   Despite this, she has not even winced in my presence.  She, a fine art photographer, understands better than anyone that sometimes in order to tell a good story, you need to include the whole picture.

One thing I try to hammer home in my composition classes is the fact that a strong introduction can make all the difference.  When I’m selecting a book to read, I go through a series of litmus tests before I actually select the next author that will find his or her home on my bookshelf.  There are a few things I do, but the first and absolute most critical is to read the first lines of the first page.  This is by no means an original idea, I’m sure most of you do this.

While this method has served me well in the past, it has also screwed me on more than one occasion.  (ahem..God Shaped Hole).  I’ve listed below some of my favorite beginnings.  Feel free to disagree or to share your own!

“I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster.”  Jeanette Walls, The Glass Castle

“I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petroskey, Michigan, in August of 1974″  Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“I was on “Oprah” a while ago, talking about how I used to love too much,”  David Sedaris, Barrel Fever

“As most New Yorkers have done, I have given serious and generous thought to the state of my apartment should I get killed during the day”  Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There’d be Cake

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice