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posted by Thomas on Jun 21

Part of my sickness is hearing bits of dialogue in my brain, or lines. If I am lucky, I have a notebook to write it down otherwise– Zip. Bupkiss. Gone.

If I am deep into writing a play, characters will act out scenes in my head and I just have to get somewhere to transcribe their banter, but it’s been some time since that happened.

Today I took my brand spanking new notebook and myself to lunch at Bodean’s. I have a play- a horribly derivative kitchen sink poor man’s Albee, Ayckbourn and Gurney, but a play nonetheless in my little head and I want to start to get it down.

I looked over at one of the waitresses and snorted when I heard what one of the male characters (in my head) said.

I wrote down, “Yes. She is very pretty. In a transvestite kind of way.”