A Look Back…

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I was going through the files on my computer today and I came across my school work from 2011. This one assignment caught my eye. It was from English class and we were studying A Streetcar Named Desire. We were asked to create a monologue for a character and fit it into the story. This was mine. I couldn’t help but laugh. The writing wasn’t the greatest but I liked the direction I painted the monologue. It’s always fun to look back and see how far we’ve come in our craft. Enjoy!

Dramatic Monologue

Blanche: [Swings open the bathroom door in a hurry, hair wet and donning a red silk robe.]

My I love bathes, I know I take many. I’m sorry for the up in your water bill but you don’t need to yell at me like that! I’ve done things I’m not proud of yes, that’s why I take so many. It’s my own demented way of coping. I wash my hair and I wash my body and I always feel brand new after, even if for only a little while. I wish I could stay that way . . . but I can’t escape my past. [Puts a hand to her brow.] That boy, that dear seventeen year old boy, he was a mistake . . . I thought I loved him. He bought me flowers and winked at me in class, he had me giggling like a little school girl. But I was a fool to lead him on, which is what I thought I was doing . . . but I not only lead him on, I returned his affection. What was I thinking? I suppose I thought he could be my handsome love, to replace my dead one. He wrote me letters, love letters as a matter of fact. Ones so steamy they could melt the ice cubes in your lemonade. [Sighs.]  I needed someone to treasure me, I always need to be treasured; I can’t stand on my own. The presence of a man keeps me at ease. And I suppose that’s why I go after Mitch. He’s stable and reliable. Perhaps one day we’ll have a quaint little weddin’ ceremony. I’ll have a lily in my hair and he’ll look dapper as can be. And we’ll say our vows and kiss and settle down in a little summer house and have cute little babies . . . but that’s just a dream of mine. A silly little dream. Are you happy? Is this what you wanted to get from me? To spill all my locked up secrets? [Sarcastic.] Well aren’t you a big man Stanley! Don’t tell me your hands are spiffy clean! You walk around like you’re the king of everything, having my poor little sister scrub and cook and – and . . . please you! [Points a shaky finger at Stanley and shouts.] You are despicable! [Takes a few breathes and looks from Stella to Stanley and back, with her hand clutched to her chest, her fighting spirit is deflated.] Perhaps one day I’ll soak long enough my sins and downfalls flow through my pores and out into my jasmine bath water . . .

Where should this go in the play that would be the most effective?

            I feel this would be most effective in the scene where Blanche was bathing and while she’s occupied Stanley takes the opportunity to fill Stella in on her sister’s past. Blanche could over hear the conversation and go out to defend herself. This would confirm the rumours Stanley was retelling and could deepen Blanche’s character. Revealing things about herself instead of lying would be interesting.


Peace & Love,


my poem titled “Things I Remember Fondly About my Childhood”

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Being too short to reach the toaster

Not being able to eat spaghetti without getting red around my lips

The first time I sat in the car and I could touch my tip toes to the floor

Figuring out how to tie my shoes when my dad left to answer the phone

Saran wrapping an entire couch in the time my mother left me alone to answer a phone call

Playing sumo-wrestler’s in the living room until someone broke something

My first friend in kindergarten was the girl hiding behind the teacher’s other leg

Sleeping over at my grandma’s house with my sister and giggling so much at bedtime that she had to send one of us to the other bedroom

Mispronouncing words and phrases for years (purple-oni, finger-skater, botter-wattle, one horse soap and slay)

Crooked bang trims from my mother in the kitchen that later had to be fixed by a hair salon

Tricking a girl in kindergarten that a glue stick was lipstick… her lips got stuck together

Playing red light green light with my grandpa in the backyard

Rolling around instead of walking because, why not?

Sneaking jelly-beans from the bins at the store and shoving them in my sister’s pockets too because, hey, if I was getting in trouble, so was she

Not being able to go to sleep until mom or dad tucked me in

Laughing for twenty minutes because my dad called me a “kanuckle-head”


Halloween prep: song of the day/night

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htMy song today is in preparation for Halloween! This was the song written for Halloweentown II: Kalabar’s Revenge, and it has an early 2000s Backstreet Boys/Aaron Carter vibe.

Turner and I finally have our costumes in order and we’re excited to dress up at work tomorrow. We hope everyone has a spooky scary All Hallows Eve!


20 followers….. what?!

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We would just like to take a moment to thank all twenty of you wonderful people that have decided to follow our journey. Obviously you’ve liked/connected/related to something we’ve said and it’s awesome finding people who agree or feel the same way.

We’re so grateful to have a platform to create on, and to have a growing audience in which to present our creations. Thank you guys, so much!

-Turner Collins