mamadeb

A few months ago, thanks to an entirely random occurrence, I began going to a monthly "Instant Theater" group - meaning a combination of cold reading (of sketches written by the leader and the members) and some real improv. I've written two or three sketches (I won't dignify them by calling them plays) - tiny two or three person scenes to be done with no props besides a couple of chairs. The group decides on a first and last line, and the rest is up to us.

Usually, and I'm sure no one will be surprised, they attempt to be funny and often romantic. I try to avoid the romance, but, yeah. Short with a punch line. (*I* try to be short. I wish others would, too.)

I didn't attend the last two meetings, but I managed to get the first and last lines on Sunday and wrote something yesterday afternoon in time for the group.

( I went in a different direction this time. )