One of my many projects over Christmas will be to tally up just how many words I typed this semester, including blog posts. Off the top of my head, I know I wrote one anecdote, three short stories, four short plays, one monologue, nine story outlines, three poems, one philosophy essay, two research papers, four class discussion posts (full paragraphs), two theater reviews, and approximately 107 blog posts.
How did that happen? I couldn’t tell you. Grace. That’s it. Grace.
Most of it happened last minute. If I weren’t student, there’d be more planning behind these works of fiction. There would be research and handwritten drafts and outlines and interviews and sheets and sheet of notes before I actually sat down and typed anything. But school leaves precious little time for craftsmanship, and so most of what I turned in was fiction produced quickly out of pure necessity and illegal amounts of caffeine.
Thankfully, I only had to get up at the crack of dawn once for the sake of finishing a project. That was this morning, when I got up at 5 and holed myself away in a stairwell with my computer and a pillow. I was finishing “Number 21,” a short play which was almost played in its entirety in class today. We got cut off in the last few minutes.
But it was still a hit.
In fact, it was such a hit that a friend and I have decided to produce our plays on campus for the public to view. It’s going to be a Valentine’s Day fundraiser—they’re love stories, so sue us—for our literary society. We’re planning a performance on February 15th so, as the saying goes, “y’all come.”
Several of you have asked to read copies of the completed play, so here it is in PDF format. It was so long that posting it on the blog would be utterly incongruous. That, and I wanted to add a few safety precautions. The play has a few elements I’d rather not be stolen.
So enjoy, my loves. I’m rejoicing that I made it to the end of this week alive and largely unscathed. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have imagined that possible.
The link to the PDF: NUMBER 21