Clearly I’m not as disciplined as Julie Powell or my job is simply swallowing me up these past few days. I’ve got Michael Wright’s book Playwriting in Process, and I’m working on his exercises or “etudes.” The first one I did was very helpful in showing me how dialogue can say much more than just the words on the paper. My 6-line improv was of an older couple playing chess in a contemporary home, filled with artwork and eclectic furnishings:
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She makes a final decisive move and seems satisfied that she has won–yet again.
He: (tired and not at all angry) I hate this game. (Beat) I don’t know why I let you talk me into playing again.
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She: (good-naturedly) Of course, you hate it, you always lose. But, it’s good for the memory… like visits…from Harry (she trails off).
He: I promise he won’t stay very long this time (Beat) (She rolls her eyes) Really… he sounded so desperate when he called–his apartment flooded, his sister’s traveling, his brother won’t take his calls. He’s got just enough gas in the trashmobile to get over here. He’s storing his guitar collection in the car–if you can imagine! At least he doesn’t have a dog.
She: If I know Harry, he’ll show up with a bottle of…
He: (interrupting her and laughing) a lovely bottle of Sticks Yarra Valley Pinot Noir..
She: And a new tin of Earl Grey tea.( She shakes her head.) Don’t forget to tell him I’m fatally allergic to his favorite incense. I sneezed for two weeks after he left the last time.

