I’m sitting in the window of Atlantis with Jazzy. She has monopolized my phone to play monopoly. Downloaded the app for free last week. I can get through a whole game in less than 30 minutes, thus evoking memories of staying up late with my best friend Dale in Grade 6, without the ‘staying up late part’.
Jazzy and I are having a good time together – at least that’s what she said after I asked her. Too soon to say for sure, but she is singing to herself (a good sign). We’ve been watching episodes of Grimm at night. I bought her Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales for Christmas. I made sure the book was old. 600 gold leaf pages. 220 stories. She took one look at it and wrapped her arms around me so tight, I could barely breathe. That definitely felt good.
I’ve been easing back into the land of productivity. Wrote some more pages in my play, and plan to add a new scene within the next day or so. It’s filling out nicely.
Funny though. I figure I know all these things about the universal principals of good story telling, and then I go breaking those principals unaware. I’ve been swimming around with this play on my brain for several months now, and only last night did I realize I don’t have a climax.
I have to push these characters to the limits, but that’s somewhat hard to do when these characters are also manifestations of real people I care about – namely myself and Courtney. People don’t get ‘Becky’ because she’s on the tail end of her shit and hasn’t been challenged with anything. That’s a reality I wish to be true for Court, but it ain’t no good for Becky in this story. Gonna have to put her in the vice and squeeze ‘til she cries.