writing

toss me a cigarette,

I think there’s one in my raincoat. Tonight is the last night of Dialogue Workshop at Chicago Dramatists. I’m going to be taking another playwriting class with them next quarter. For this one, I haven’t written much new material, only pulled portions out of a big long draft with no structure.

For the next class, I think I’m going to have to do more revising. The idea I have is that the 80-so pages of a bad two-character play I have will become a play-within-a-play about a theater company trying to produce the bad two-character play. That way you never have to see the whole thing, and I never have to write it, and never have to come to terms with its lack of a plot. But putting the 80 pages within the frame-play is something I have not yet begun to do.

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