Because one Stupid Virginia-Based Play of the Week is not enough, I have spent a few lunches the past week revising my short play that takes on the forbidden topic of girl/tree romance. It is now creatively called "Girl and Tree," it is now about nine minutes long (at least during my mental reading), and it is now available as a PDF file here. It is about one-third pretty decent and about two-thirds snotcrap. (A quarter-point if your favorite moment in it is the same as mine.) It flows as if it were written by the bastard love child of David Mamet and Samuel Beckett (assuming it was logistically possible for them to have a bastard love child). Really, I need to be much further removed from it to decide whether I like it or not; regardless, I am going to send it tomorrow or Friday to here because why not. If you see stupid mistakes in the play or in the formatting, let me know.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
