when one is an emerging writer, one really can’t help looking at the habits of The Great Ones for a little guidance. how else are you supposed to know if you’re doing it right?
for me, a bit of a goody-two-shoes raised in a texas school system that made you feel guilty about taking that second tylenol, a problem has emerged. take a look at some of my heroes and lemme know if you see a pattern here:
Bob Dylan
Jack Kerouac
William Shakespeare
shit. i’m way too lame to become a smoker. i’m not even an alcoholic. so what does an aspiring broody playwright do when she can’t get what she secretly wants…?
oh right. she lives vicariously through her characters.
here’s a little excerpt from my newest play:
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(Everyone is sitting around smoking.)
ROSA
Did you hear? I have become universally renown for my art and am currently making enough money to live comfortably doing only what I love.
LAYLA
No kidding? I hadn’t heard. It must be because lately I’ve been so busy having great sex.
- j.
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