The play I'm working on is now at mid point. Fifty pages written, about fifty pages to go. It's progressing. Coming along. A third of the way there. Daylight on the horizon.
(Hmm. Until this moment I've never thought about how far away a horizon actually is. And when I get there, how will I know I've arrived?)In the meantime, I've not fully responded to comments and questions aimed in my general direction. A serious character flaw, that.
So here they come - the answers, and not in any special order. Other than addressing individuals by name and adding pictures, the persons asking questions shall remain anonymous.
SAM. Yes, I will be there. How could I say "no" to a sweet face like that? I will be there - I will move heaven and earth to be there. Unless I have to work, in which case I probably won't.
BIRDIE. Thank you for sending me the picture of you on jury duty. You neglected to tell me which one is you.
MARK. Very nice. Personally, I favor something with four wheels. And a bathroom.
NANCY. Yes, there is hope for you. You appear normal. On the other hand, "normal" is subjective, isn't it? I mean, things that seem normal to a hundred and fifty pound rabbit may or may not ...
Excuse me. It's past time for my meds. I can hear the alarm. I think they are looking for me.
Sh-h-h-h ...
jb
And how was your day?
2 comments:
Although not mentioned here, I wonder if each of 67 teapots come with 67 stories and among them, which are your least favorite and why... just to stir the pots...
J
Thanks for the touch. And about the horizon... you'll know. Except I'd suggest taking a land route instead of that lovely lake in the picture. I think walking on the water is a temporary ability, linked to great faith. I just don't know about taking the water route all the way to the horizon. Congratulations on arriving at mid-point! NG
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