The Whooshing Noise They Make*

Why try thirty plays in thirty days?

I was reading a post on The Official Playwrights of Facebook about what to call a 10-minute play.  Personally, I'm okay with "10-minute play."  Someone said they didn't believe they qualified as "sketches," but I like that term.

Painters and sculptors sketch all the time.  A quick or even an elaborate work that may stand on its own or be an idea for some future project or may just be noodling on a page to keep the tools sharp.

So far, the little plays I've written meet those criteria.  Some, I think, I hope, stand on their own.  Some will become ideas or pieces of another project.  Most are probably little more than noodling on a page to keep the tools sharp while I consider what's next.  At this point, I'm not sure which is which, and I don't feel the need to know.

And what's next?  I've started researching.  Pygmalion & Galatea, Mouseburger, Harriet Beecher Stowe.

*Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt