That's the title of the new one act script that I've been working on this week. It had originally started as something much different. When I was catching THREE TALL WOMEN I had a few minutes to let my mind wander during intermission and the simple phrase stuck in my head. I started thinking about a stage production and was leaning toward a very stripped down Faustian tale attempting to invoke genuine horror. It's very much not that anymore.

I really like what I've got. Enough that I'm not willing to finish cranking it out tonight and submitting it to KWLT. I'd rather take some time to massage it a little bit. It's a very dialogue heavy piece with a comedic drive. That shit takes time to polish. I want to do it right.

The basic premise is a woman walking down the street is startled by a college kid who wakes up on the sidewalk. Unbeknownest to him, while he was everybody else, excepting the woman of course, died while he was unconscious. Quite literally, everybody's dead. The basic concept is done, outline is complete, and most of the dialogue is already there. Now it just needs a lot of love.

david shute - Feb 1, 2010 at 11:03 PM