I Can't Believe It's Not Shakespeare

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.