Seven Minutes in Heaven

June 22, 2008

Last weekend, I attended a play festival. My play was one of eleven presented in the showcase. I was really pleased with the production. The director and cast all did a fantastic job. One part even brought down the house.

(I love to bring down the house.)

I was thrilled that my play, which clocked in at seven minutes, was so well-received. A reviewer for a local paper said that it was one of the "most memorable" pieces in the showcase and called it a "delicious volte-face scene."

(I love to be delicious.)

I'll be receiving a DVD of the production, but I'm so glad that I had the opportunity to see the show live.

During the two-day trip, I came across this quaint feminist bookstore that boasted a very impressive collection of lesbian erotica.

Look what's on the shelves!

I know I had intended to wait until my contributor's copies arrived to look inside, but my books seem to have gotten lost in the mail. Hmph. They were sent out a month ago, and I still haven't gotten them. I don't know of any shipping method that takes that long, even the slowest of the slow. I like to think that the books ended up in a most unlikely place. Perhaps they showed up on the doorstep of a convent, for example... Anyway, new copies are on their way, so I'll just have to be patient.

(I don't love to be patient.)

Curiouser and curioser,
Allison Wonderland


  1. Congratulations! (Or, as one says in a brought-down house: Author! Author!)

  2. When are you going to write a play to teach 8th graders how to be as popular as Blanche...safely? hehe

    Congrats! :)


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