Thursday, July 16, 2009

"I know it's in here somewhere..." she mumbled as she rifled through his desk drawer for a third time.


She had stopped paying attention to the chaos downstairs in exchange for her own. I, on the other hand, had dedicated all of my energy to finding an element of peace.


"You could help you know." I knew, but was completely disinterested in her search. I didn't really want to go anyway. In fact, I hoped that everyone would get soo frustrated that the whole group would disperse. Then I could work on my play.

I don't like to think of myself as a playwright, but rather, a dramatist. As a general rule, all of my productions are enacted in my head. I never actually come to write down a script or block a scene. And I prefer not to deal with actors. The show just goes on in my mind. Not only am I allowed the creative freedom to express my neo-post-modern vision, but my methods are much easier on the pocket.

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