In Paris, I Saw A Big Fish

(Swimming slow in the Seine).

(It made me hopeful that someday our water will be breathable again).

Monday.

I am currently in the process of writing a play.

In my synopsis, it's so dreary. I believe it's an okay plotline, but I want to make the play stick out from others. Not just another typical play. But how can I break the mold? There are so many molds, and so many current break it in. I must find my own place to break it, without causing the entire thing to disintegrate...

Let me consider a few things.

Plot: Beginning (exposition), Middle (building action and perhaps climax), Ending (climax, falling action, resolution).

Typical.

Characters, some static some round. Yes, quite rotund.

Some serve as catalysts, unaffected and unchanged.

They change the others.

Yes.

Not many characters nor scene changes... Too difficult.

Must I truly read up on this stuff?

Can it truly be that difficult?

Yes, the writing process in itself is tedium, pure tedium.

Well, well.

How can I integrate into such fragile guild lines, while still maintaining a piece of work that is original, yet understandable?

This can't just be another one of those, these, this or that.

No, no.

Won't allow it.

So allow me, nameless and faceless soul, to expatiate briefly my ideas.

June will be her name. June.

Born on June 19th, 1919.

On June 19, 1933, she is 14. She enters high school on September 3rd, 1933.

Okay, cool.

She lives in Georgia and is not too poor.

I'll consider this later. Right now I must type my synopsis!!