Category Archives: Ben's Brain

“The Deal” in HD

I’ve been working for several months on getting a writing e-store up and running, so I can sell play scripts directly to schools and theaters.  The site now exists, and it is lovely!  Now it’s just a matter of getting people to visit it.

Here’s a dramatic reading of my one-act play “The Deal,” as conducted by two extremely talented CG animals of some variety.  The play takes another look at a certain (in)famous real estate deal.

Tip of the hat to Xtranormal for making the cool video possible  🙂


Why I Should Not Be Woken Before 10

Note: If you’re concerned about texting while driving, I’d like to point out that I was on Connecticut Ave at 8:45 am on a weekday. There was no driving involved.

Page! 2! Stage!

An exciting playwriting development; two of my shows are going to be performed at the Kennedy Center as part of the 9th Annual Page to Stage Festival!  A great writing group I’ve been with for a year called the Playwright’s Gymnasium is the sponsor.

First, my full-length play Heart of Gold will have a staged reading on Sunday, 9/5 at 2 PM.  (Dig the sweet graphic up there by Pique Designs [AKA Megan.]  That bad boy is my desktop background.)

In Heart of Gold, Donna Dune is a second-tier Food Network host who finds herself in sudden need of a PR facelift.  To prove to the world how warm-hearted she is, she decides to open up an orphanage.  Donna’s about as maternal as scalded milk, and her assistants Leighann and Sprite know it, but it’s up to them to put this terrible idea into practice or lose their jobs.  How long can the crafty assistants keep Donna’s ambition in check; and what will they do if any orphans show up?

And then my one-act Null will be performed with a whole series of one-acts by the rest of the Gymnasium members, Patrick Bussink, Chris Graybill, Mary Watters, George P. Tilson, Eric Peterson, Rich Espey, and D.W. Gregory.  That’ll be Monday, 9/6, at 2 PM.

Null is a period piece about  a natural philosopher on the hunt for phlogiston; nothing in the laboratory is going right, until his wife helps him out in some surprising ways.

Everything during Page-to-Stage is totally free and open to the public.  Come early and often to see my shows and all the other cool new work being showcased.

My baby brain #3


(note: this is about an upcoming trip to Colonial Williamsburg)

“I think it will be neat because all the things there are from Colonial Times.

I’m not sure what the house will look like, but I’ve got one guess.  Old.

Still, I look forward to seeing what it looks like, and what everything in it looks like.”

My childlike excitement is palpable, no?

My baby brain #2



I liked your interview!  I didn’t know you liked skiing.  I wish I could go skiing sometime, but I can’t get the car to go anywhere during snow days.”

This raises a few questions.

1.  How do people go skiing on snow days if their cars don’t work?  Do they need to go cross-country skiing to the downhill slopes?  I guess I’m confused about this.

2. Does this post imply that, in 1994, I could get the car to go somewhere on non-snow days?  Because I don’t remember having a set of spare keys to the Lexus.

3.  Whose interview?  Did I interview my teacher and forget about it?  Was she interviewed on TV?  About skiing?

I’ll tell you one thing I know for sure; 1994 was not a year of easy answers.

My baby brain #1

Over the holidays, my mom found an old “journal” I kept for class in elementary school.  In case you don’t know, a “journal” is a primitive blog made of dead trees instead of pixels.  (The 1990s were a curious time.)

I had all kinds of prompts from my teacher, and the responses give a little window into my brain of yesteryear.  For example, here’s my stirring epitaph for President Richard Nixon:


I know Richard Nixon died of a stroke.

He used to be a president.

He died last Friday.

He has a dog named Checkers.

He was from California.

He used to be a Vice President.

He has five 4 brothers.”


This emotional tribute got a lot of press at the time.  I think Nixon’s tombstone actually reads:

“Here Lies Richard Nixon.  He used to be a Vice President.”

More insights from my baby brain to come.