I just finished writing my new one-act, “The Association.” Had to take a little time away from it because it was feeling too bloated. I cut the cast list in half and tightened things up. And made it more ridiculous. And now I'm really happy.
A ten-page comedy about poverty and hunger. Who'd've thought?
Fringes just read it and said she laughed aloud. Whoot!
…in several places!
The maize line, right? And maybe the moonroof?