Author: wtprhame

Earlier this week, I attended a First Light Reading for Amina McIntyre’s “That What Buried” at the Alliance. Amina is someone I met through the apprenticeship program at Horizon, as she is also an alumni and a fellow playwright. I’ve been excited for the opportunity to hear her work, and when I found out thatContinue reading August Compton Blog Entry #2 →

Whenever I write, I write from former experiences that have touched my soul. It results in the discovery of stories from the past in which my ancestors wondrously emerge as the focal point. It’s a journey that I’ve been on for some time now. I call it the art of breathing life into lifeless vesselsContinue reading Confirmation →

One of the most inspiring things about being an emerging playwright and a Rhame student is the sense of community found not only in Atlanta, but with WTP as a whole. There’s always the saying of “it takes a village to raise a child” but, honestly, I think the same can be said for playwriting,Continue reading It Takes A Village →

As a student studying abroad, I started my own personal online journal to (1) have the ability to look back on things and remember them and (2) to practice my writing. But why I’m sharing one of my entries here is because I believe its content relates to theatre and our ability as artists/writers toContinue reading Taking Risks →

It felt like I was learning how to walk or getting ready to ride my first roller-coaster. It felt like I was getting myself into something big, and I had no idea what I was doing. Writing for the first time felt like anxiety, excitement, boredom, pressure, success, and failure all bottled up together thenContinue reading Near to Burst →

As an artist, have you ever had one of those moments when you were like, “Screw it! I can’t do this ‘artist’ thing anymore. This is for the birds!” I’ve had a few of those over the past couple months. Constantly, I’m fighting that inner struggle between pursuing my passion and eating. Food wins almostContinue reading Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop →

A few years ago, I was sitting around with a friend, talking about any and everything. And, as women usually do, we began to talk about personal things. And, seeing that this was a good friend, we started to talk about things that you don’t talk to just anyone about. It went a little somethingContinue reading I Wrote About Periods and It’s Okay →

When I step into a room that I am unfamiliar with, I get quiet. I observe my surroundings and soak in everything that I can see. Some people mistake that for being an introvert or shy. My real reason…I’m just a writer. I’ve always been an observant person. I take in what I see andContinue reading I’m the Mysterious, Quiet Type →

My life is not what I thought it would be at this point. That statement hit me hard a few weeks ago. If I went back to the 8 or 9 year old me I seriously doubt I would have said, “I want to be in my thirties trying to figure things out.” But, that’sContinue reading Following My Passion →