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Following in the footsteps of my friend and writer Jacob Juntunen, I've decided to post short plays now and then in my blog. The one I'm posting today was recently seen in Nashville at the Ten-Minute Playhouse (even if runs about 7 minutes). Next Stop Central Station We’re in a subway car. It’s run down, but efficient. Well traveled and in a major metropolitan area. It’s a weekday, about lunchtime. LAURA, mid-20s and casually dressed, is seated and reading a book. She’s near the door. Across the train is SAM, maybe 30s or 40s, sitting with a newspaper and briefcase, dressed in a suit. We hear a train announcement, in a automated kind of voice that is just clear enough to understand. ANNOUNCEMENT Next stop Fulston Station. LAURA looks at SAM over her book. And goes back to reading. But then looks at him again and puts her book down. LAURA Anything happening in the world today? No response from SAM. LAURA (cont’d) Great. (to herself) Awesome. LAURA goes back to her book. ANNOUNCEMENT Now approaching Fulston Station, please exit the train on your right. Thank you. (PAUSE) Doors opening. ALAN enters. 20s and fit, he’s also dressed casually. HE sits in the seats near LAURA. HE carries a small cooler, the kind that might hold a six-pack. ANNOUNCEMENT (cont’d) Doors closing. Next stop, McKinley Avenue. LAURA looks at ALAN and his cooler. Then her book. Then ALAN. LAURA Hi... I’m Laura. ALAN I’m working. LAURA Oh. ... Okay. (Pause.) ALAN I’m sorry -- you were being nice. LAURA I was trying. ALAN This is my first time doing this. LAURA Riding the subway or talking to strangers? ALAN My new job, I’m on the clock. I’m really nervous. I don’t want to get distracted and miss my stop. LAURA Understood. No distracting. There’s a pause... just awkward enough as these people suss each other out. LAURA (cont’d) What’s in the cooler? ALAN I’m sorry? LAURA The cooler. In your lap. What’s in it? ALAN Don’t worry about it. LAURA What, is it like a bomb or something? (SAM glances over.) ALAN What? No! What is wrong with you? (to SAM) It’s not a -- don’t worry, it’s not what she said. LAURA You don’t have to freak out. ALAN And you don’t have to go around mentioning incendiary devices on public transportation. LAURA Well it’s not a bomb is it? ALAN Would you stop saying that word? LAURA What, you think that one over there is an FBI agent? Uncle Sam might hear us joking? SAM I’m not an FBI agent. LAURA See? No harm. I was just kidding. SAM You shouldn’t joke about such things in this city. LAURA Damn, sorry. I was just making small talk. Forgive me for trying to pass some time and make some friends. ALAN I’m sorry -- I’m just ... I’ve got three more stops till we get to Central Station and then I can connect to the hospital line. LAURA Oh my god, are you transporting human organs? Can I see? ALAN No! ANNOUNCEMENT Approaching McKinley Station. Please exit on the right. (PAUSE) Doors opening. LAURA Well, then we’ll just sit here and bear the silence. ANNOUNCEMENT Doors closing. Next stop Anderson Street. LAURA puts down her book. SHE and ALAN exchange awkward glances. LAURA moves over and sits by SAM. SHE stares at him; he puts his paper down. SAM Can I help you? LAURA Can you believe that guy? He won’t show me what’s in his cooler. SAM He just met you. LAURA Actually, I don’t even know his name. A little suspicious don’t you think? SAM I’m Sam by the way. LAURA Nice to meet you Sam. I’m Laura. They shake. LAURA (cont’d) Where are you headed? SAM Central Station. LAURA And then? SAM Just Central Station. I have business there. LAURA Was that so hard? SAM No, it was quite lovely small talk. Very enjoyable. SAM goes back to the paper. LAURA goes and sits by ALAN. LAURA Very enjoyable. ALAN I heard. LAURA Good. (PAUSE.) ALAN What do you want from me? LAURA Small talk. ALAN Why? We’re just strangers. In two stops, we’ll never see each other again. SAM We’re all strangers, even in the best of times. But right now, play along. Or she’ll never shut up. LAURA I like that one. He’s observant. ALAN I need to focus on my job. LAURA We’ll help you focus. Sam’s getting off at Central Station so you won’t miss it. Right, Sam? SAM That’s a pretty good assumption. ALAN What’s the point? Now Anderson’s coming up and after that, it’s one stop. LAURA The point is that everyday I sit here on this train and watch the world ignore itself. And it hurts. Everyone has a paper, everyone has a book, or music shoved in their heads... but you, you had a cooler. And you were going to be different. Something to talk about. Something to break the silence. ALAN doesn't say anything. LAURA (cont’d) You know what? I don’t care if you are a terrorist, it’s something new. ALAN I don’t have a bomb, Jesus, here look -- HE opens the cooler for her. LAURA Oh my god, look at it... it’s so small. ALAN It’s for a child. That’s why I’m so nervous. My first day on the job and they give me a kid’s heart. It’s terrifying. To hold something like that in your hands. LAURA It’s beautiful. Look at all that life. So fragile. ANNOUNCEMENT Approaching Anderson Street. (PAUSE) Doors opening. SAM exits without his briefcase. LAURA Hey, Sam -- you forgot your... HE’s already gone. ANNOUNCEMENT Doors closing. Next stop Central Station. LAURA gets up and goes over to Sam’s briefcase. ALAN seals up the cooler. ALAN What are you doing? LAURA I’m going to see if Sam has a business card or something. SHE opens the case. LAURA (cont’d) I might be able to call and... SHE stops. Frozen. ALAN What is it? No response. SHE’s focused on the case. ALAN (cont’d) Hey, you’re freakin’ me out, come on. ALAN comes over and sits by Laura, looking inside the case. ALAN (cont’d) Jesus. Is that ...? LAURA It’s not a heart. ALAN We have to call the -- we have to get off this train. LAURA There’s no time... he was going to Central Station, he had business there. It’s the next stop. ALAN So this is it? LAURA I don’t even know your name. ALAN It’s Alan. LAURA Nice to meet you Alan. LIGHTS begin to FADE as we hear: ANNOUNCEMENT Now approaching Central Station. END OF PLAY 
As of February 16, 2014, I have a tumblr. Honestly thought I had one, but alas no. So I created one.
As you're more than keenly aware, I already have a blog. This one. On my website. So why in the name of all things good and Holy do I need a Tumblr account too? I'm already on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, LinkedIn, Instagram, and some other social media sites fading into obscurity. Do I actually have THAT MUCH to say? Well... as it turns out, I sorta do. While all my other social media sites are generally geared toward promoting my writing, projects, and theatre related news & topics, and this blog is focused on narrative, writing, theatre, and---again---my projects, the tumblr will be different. Daily observations of an effulgent dreamer. It's exactly as it sounds. The tumblr will feature a daily post, an observation if you will, that could be about anything. Sometimes pop culture, sometimes current events, sometimes a meme of my cat (that happened yesterday). These are meant to be quick thoughts or reactions to the world at large and my place in it. Some will have substance, some will just be there. A photo. A quote. A link to a video. Today I wrote about the revolution in Kiev. The tumblr blog gives me a place to process things that might not have anything to do with structure and narrative, and share them back into the world. I deal with things by writing about them, but not everything I write fits into a play. Often, it's simply a conversation that's aching to happen. That's where tumblr comes in. A long time ago, I used to have a blog called "Thwarting Complacency" (a few die hard Jeremy Sony blog fans---who met me as Burton, back on Blogger---might recall it). It was a blog that talked about things happening in my life. This new one is an evolution of that. My thoughts. My reactions. To my life. To our lives. To stuff in the world that strikes my fancy (like kittens that look like baby werewolves). These are my observations. On a daily dose kinda schedule. I'm excited for the potential of this tumblr and the conversations it might create. The whole point of social media is to be social and engaging---I will endeavor to foster that ideal on my new tumblr. I hope you'll follow this effulgent dreamer there. |
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Writer. Husband. Father. Effulgent dreamer. A Fightin' Irishman (@NDdotEDU '01). A playwriting Bobcat (MFA in Playwriting, @OhioU '13). I write plays. I'm a geek. I wanted to be an astronaut. I go places in my head.
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