I have finished the first draft of my play about and old and blind John Milton in prison for writing a justification for the trial and execution of the king of England, dictating Paradise Lost to his young poet friend Andrew Marvell.
It is short. Only 8 pages, about ten minutes, perhaps. Just the right length to submit for some of the short play competitions.
It needs work. I read a play aloud to see, or more accurately, to hear, if it sounds, as Shakespeare would have it, "trippingly off the tongue"
This did not. So I will rewrite it until can be spoken by actors intelligibly and not make them tongue tied.
Albie began to blog today. She tried many names before she found one still available. I think she named it freescreech.
Now that we are both blogging, we will probably see each other only at mealtimes. We still cant eat on line.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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