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caper_estThe Popinjay: 430 words closing the Sister Scene. Beauty has EVIL STEPSISTERS, but apparently not a flying pink pony. I am going to have to ration the amount of quality family time these people get onstage, since I doubt I can get away with more than two or three scenes like this in a single story. Also, I must remember not to try and drink fluids whilst channelling Bright Young Thing's conversation.
Me and my big mouth: Turns out it wasn't such a good idea to make jokes about dreaming Thomas Covenant: the Musical, after all.
Okay, it wasn't a musical.
And of course I didn't get to recruit James Stewart, and especially not Campaspe. In fact, guess who got to play Our Blithe Hero? Yes. How right you are.
And the script seemed to be derived from some alternate volume of the Last Chronicles, Against Creator's Running Out of Money - the scene I was acting being an indefinitely prolonged "Thomas and Linden go to confront the evil powers at Revelstone, but first they must stock up on frozen waffles at Tesco!" slice o' not very much life.
I and the friend who was playing Linden spent more time kvetching about the wallpaper script than we did actually rehearsing it. And since, in the way of dreams, rehearsing it meant actually being inside the world it described... Ah, Morpheus! Forgive!
Me and my big mouth: Turns out it wasn't such a good idea to make jokes about dreaming Thomas Covenant: the Musical, after all.
Okay, it wasn't a musical.
And of course I didn't get to recruit James Stewart, and especially not Campaspe. In fact, guess who got to play Our Blithe Hero? Yes. How right you are.
And the script seemed to be derived from some alternate volume of the Last Chronicles, Against Creator's Running Out of Money - the scene I was acting being an indefinitely prolonged "Thomas and Linden go to confront the evil powers at Revelstone, but first they must stock up on frozen waffles at Tesco!" slice o' not very much life.
I and the friend who was playing Linden spent more time kvetching about the wallpaper script than we did actually rehearsing it. And since, in the way of dreams, rehearsing it meant actually being inside the world it described... Ah, Morpheus! Forgive!
