Monday August 28th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: the musical.

Had some time to recoup this morning before taking the boys for the afternoon. Caught up on a few comments on the blog, started reading a new book.

Speaking of which, fair warning: it's John Connolly's Wrath of Angels. That means my writing might get a tad darker for a little while, as my favorite author tends towards grim writing.

Anyway. On with tonight's writing before sleep is the victor once again.

Mine:

"This must be a misprint."

"What, in the playbill? The show's been on for months now, that doesn't seem likely."

"Maybe I'm the first one to actually read this stupid thing. It's almost as long as a novel, after all."

"Fair point. Okay, what's the problem?

"See? Right here? It says this is a musical."

"Yeah... that's because it is. Didn't you know that?"

"You can't be serious."

"Dude. You are the one who cannot be serious. This thing has been selling out since day one. I practically had to kill a man to get us these tickets. How could you not know it's a musical?"

"But, man... it's a play about Hitler!"