play writing class...

Instead of writing about what happened at the play writing class I am taking, I will show you some of the things I write while I am taking it.
Interesting, right?

Let's go.

Last night was the first night of the class. One of the exercises was to have another member of the class pick a picture for you out of a large selection. When you have your picture, you were to write a monologue based on the character in the picture as you perceive him/her.
We had about ten minutes to write.
Here's my picture, and what I wrote. Enjoy.


So it's been, what now? Sixty minutes?
An hour I've been sitting here with this stupid picnic basket waiting for him.
I mean... a picnic basket.
It's not like I had a picnic basket sitting around the house waiting to be used, you know. No. I had to go out, specifically, to purchase one.
And now, I own one.
And he hasn't even called me.

I can't believe I was excited. I think, unless I am totally delusional, which I have not discounted, that I was actually humming, "Saturday, in the park, I think it was the fourth of July...", while I was making the frigging peanut butter and banana sandwiches he asked for then tucking them into my brand new picnic basket.

Picnic basket. Stupid thing. If I don't hear from him in five minutes, I am going to set it on fire. Then I am going to smoke another cigarette. Then, I might cry a little bit. Then I am going to find him, light another cigarette and kick him.

Damn it.
I'll probably just go home.
But I am definitely smoking more cigarettes.