As many of you are already aware, I’ve been working on my first novel for a couple of years already. Lately I’ve been pouring any and all of my spare energy into the final editing process, which is really becoming quite the ordeal. It almost (but not quite) feels like I’ve started the whole damn book from scratch. I mean, it’s cool and it’s all good and everything, but DAMN…it never ends.
So the BLOG has been suffering as a result, and I’ve really been missing it, too. I have notes upon notes jotted in my beautiful Moleskine Notebook, just chock-full of new blog-entry ideas waiting to be given full written form. But for now they must wait. Only so many hours in a day, or brain-cells in my head.
Anyhow, awhile back my mom was digging around in her old porch desk and she came across some of my old poems and short stories from grammar school and junior high. Yes, I have always been a writing fool. And fool is right, because I really can’t believe the gem that she uncovered. It’s actually a full-length PLAY that I wrote when I was 14. I have very little actual memory of writing it. More than anything, I recall painstakingly re-typing and re-typing it until I felt it looked perfect.
OKAY, here's the "treat" part! After some prodding from my beloved husband to do so, I have decided to post this play here on the blog, scene by scene, in the hopes that you sweethearts will be entertained by the musings of my 14-year-old self. The buxom little girl who WANTED TO BE A WRITER.
It seems this PLAY has no official title so I will take the opportunity to formally christen it, HERE AND NOW.
Finally, 30-something years later, I ingratiatingly (and somewhat cringingly) present to you the first installment of:
JAILBAIT: A PORTRAIT OF YOUNG LUST and RAMPANT PUBESCENT REBELLION
(Parental Discretion is Advised)
TO BE CONTINUED....
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