Nothing like an autobiography

I am an aspiring artist, writer and strong Ken Robinson supporter. I would love to continue on his work but more along the parallel side of drama therapy in education as a method towards emotionally healthy and focused kids. It’s vague, it’s not fleshed out, it doesn’t translate well to the written word, but somehow makes sense inside my head. To begin what I would like to do in the end, I need to teach. I need to gain experience so I can figure out where the states of things are for myself (not just from reading and most assuredly not from test scores).


I belong to a group of screenwriters where we all share bits of our thoughts and scenes. The other day we all wrote biographies. Here is some of what I included (I thought it would summarize me a bit easier than if I attempted to write anew).



Sort of an introduction:

When I finally publish (that implies that I will someday be able to actually wrangle a decent to possibly moderately fabulous agent who can help me secure the contract with Faber and Faber, Harcourt and even possibly Scholastic and Vintage/Random) I don’t want my author bio to say this:

Alisha Hagey is the author of a lot of rubbish. Most of it has ended up in the bowels of her computer (i.e. flushed with all the other waste bi-product of an unfulfilled life). She has been the finalist of no competitions, won no accolades and in general has nothing but her moderate wit to recommend that you pick up this bit of drivel rather than a proven author or even the latest NY Times best seller list worth of trite but popular vampire lore. For 7 years she has tired ceaselessly to be a mother, wife, full time employee, and chef. She went to Brigham Young University earning a completely useless bachelors degree in her beloved field of theatre directing and film art directing. Yet because of the baggage of family she has not been able to finish a master’s degree or work professionally in the field of art. Her greatest achievements were received even before attending college as her resume is rather impressive (pre 1998). Currently she lives in a tiny apartment with no pets (much to her 5 years olds chagrin) in Provo, UT.

How was that? Interesting? Engaging? Would you read my work? Not likely.

But that was an introduction to who I am. I am a mother, wife, writer, artist, therapist, and amateur photographer. I am slowly but surely working towards a clinical psychology degree focusing on drama and movement therapy. I write and every now and then am published in free press info. I blog, occasionally. My dream would entail being nominated for a Tony, being a recipient of the Newberry Honor title, possibly (and never likely) up for consideration for the Pulitzer and of course, to be asked to speak at TED (not just junior associate member, but full on accepted). I would love to own my own theatre company (not run it, just start it and direct from time to time) so I could then devote my time to a community outreach program using drama therapy.

My personal blog address is: http://alishahagey.blogspot.com/ I admit it is full of my family, but occasionally there is something from me.

Currently I am working on a play entitled Lachrimae (really the title is in progress). It all came about when I read some clinicals for EFT (emotional-feeling-therapy). It got me thinking about a couple my husband met and unfortunately never found out the outcome of the stressor. Right now, the play is abysmal. I could post what I have done, but it is more free form than tight. I have also periodically been working on a bit of adolescent fiction based around the Japanese folktale of Tokoyo. This is also hugely changing because I just don’t see this in Japan. But story comes, dialogue comes, but again, I need to flesh out and map out what I am writing. Then last week my daughter said something that got me thinking of an adult fiction piece with the title, “The Shopping Cart Graveyard” that I thought might be a fascinating exploration of contemporary spending patterns, the modern society and Wal-Mart. But that’s too obtuse and I just like the visual. Perhaps that would work better as a series of photographs.