28 Plays Later – Challenge #7
OK, so we focus way too much and worry about writing good stuff… how about writing some shite?
Like, proper total crap. (not literally! You know who you are!)
Not as easy as it sounds.
Just have no filters.
Let yourselves go
I didn’t like the “write shite” part of this challenge, but I really responded to the “let yourself go” part. Every year, I do 100 Days of Notecards, where I write a scene or sentence or snippet of dialogue on a 3×5 post-it and stick it on my fridge. To create this play, I pulled a bunch of those notecards (8 I think?) off the fridge and tried to put them in some semblance of order, but without any real connection.
Scenes from a Marriage
TIME: 24 years ago
PLACE: MOM’s kitchen.
LIGHTS UP on WOMAN and MOM at the dining room table. They’re each drinking coffee, and sharing a single slice of cheesecake.
MOM (concerned): You’re moving in with him?
WOMAN (confident): Yes.
MOM: You’ve only known him for five minutes. You know nothing about him.
WOMAN: Actually, it’s been six months.
WOMAN (ticking things off on her fingers): I know he likes strawberry-rhubarb pie and singing when he mows the lawn, and wearing socks during sex.
MOM gives WOMAN a gushy-mom look.
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