Yes, I know it's late, but with me, it's ALWAYS late when there's good news. Good news and daytime just don't go well together. But at night, well, that's when all the exciting things start to happen (and no, not in that way, you ridiculous, silly intramanet people). Point being, I have good news! (Also, redundant me iz redundantly redundant).
During the past month, I have had quite a few projects going on. I'm starting to think that maybe I have created an unnecessary amount of work for myself, but I'm enjoying all of it, so WHO CARES! *has abandon, throws silly, silly rational thinking out window*
Anywhoozers. One of my many projects has been writing a play for a fabulous environmental writing competition, and I am pleased to say that just moments ago, finally, FINALLY I typed the words "The End"! (And NO, I didn't just type those words even though all I had was some doodles and a title). Of course, this is just the first draft, and I'm going to be fiddling with it for another month (or two, or five), but it is still officially a full, beginning-middle-ending, bona fide play, rather than just a tangent in my head. It's not very good yet, since all I've done is hammer out a very rough sketch of what I hope is a significantly improved final draft, but right now, I am just going to be happy for myself. To wit:
:D
This is excellently excellent. To celebrate, I am going to post a little excerpt from my presently atrocious play, currently entitled (but subject to change) OASIS. Without further ado, here it is:
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Aiden: Hello? I can see you there, behind the rock.
(Nadiya starts to sprint away, running offstage).
Aiden: No, wait! Please come back! I’m not with those guys, I’m not here to try and take you away! I mean no harm, I just wanted…Please. (He sighs, then starts walking away.)
Nadiya: (From offstage.) What do you want?
Aiden: (Shrugs.) Same thing as you, I’m afraid. Water in my veins and air in my lungs. The chance to breathe in and breathe out another day.
(A pause. Then,)
Nadiya: (Sarcastically) How beautiful. Well, I can’t give you either of those things, so you’d better just leave me alone. Go find another patch of desert for yourself. I’m sure the tumbleweeds will appreciate your poetry.
Aiden: You’re clever. There must be a river around here somewhere, and one that’s not contaminated. I haven’t met anyone who was able to string three words together for several months.
Nadiya: Maybe there is.
Aiden: Would you be so kind as to inform me the way? I won’t leave you alone if I don’t have anywhere better to go. It’s easier if you just tell me where the river is.
Nadiya: (Laughs, then walks onstage, stopping a few feet away from Aiden. She crosses her arms defiantly.) You think I should tell you where to find water? You, a stranger, whom I’ve known for all of a minute and who could be delusional from disease or dehydration? You believe that I would just kindly point you down the right path? Should I tell you it’s just a hop, skip and a jump away from my lovely little abode? Or hand you over a tent that you can put up in case you get uncomfortable? Should I mend your shoes and shirt before you leave? Pack a lunch in case you get hungry? In the middle of this god-forsaken desert, you really expect kindness?
Aiden: (Simply.) Yes.
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