I'm completing a play -- my first -- for Nova Scotia's Semaphore Theatre. I just got an email from Google (which I've trained to do my ego-surging for me) and was directed to this update.
Knowing that "Doing Time" (very loosely based on a short-story I published in 1995) will actually be performed by living, breathing actors is a fairly trippy prospect, somehow more dire than merely committing words to paper (or, more often than not, a computer screen). And I still haven't ironed out the back-story about Martian pharmaceuticals . . .
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Not just living, breathing actors... good living, breathing actors!
Now the pressure is really on!! :-)
PK
Congratulations!
yea congrats!
So at the end of the play, is the big finale that we find out that the protagonist is actually a crypto-terrestrial?
..Johnny suddenly rips off his "human" mask to reveal large large ebony eyes imbedded in an ashen complexion.. the audience gasps as the curtain falls...fini
yea, I can see that.
Not just living, breathing actors... good living, breathing actors!
Damnit! ;-)
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