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What I'm watching.

 My days are full lately. I have three writing projects going. As you are witness, I still write my weekly blog. My three characters Jeremy, Nicole, and Leslie, along with their lovely daughters, assorted friends, and enemies, are livng in my mind as their story grows in my screenplayTwo Many Wives. 

I'm also working on a drama that came to me during a restless night of sleeplessness. In this screenplay, we find a female defense attorney is hired to convince a witness to turn over documents that will expose a major criminal operation. Unfortunately, the witness, who is in a state of questionable protective custody, is resisting cooperation because he feels that all the prosecutors want is the money. In addition, he wants revenge for the murder of his wife and daughter.

Upon meeting the attorney, he decides to convince her to negotiate a compromise solution that will satisfy all parties. As this onion is peeled, we discover that the entities are not the usual subjects. The attorney is not working for law enforcement but rather another major corporation.

The witness is being protected but only because he has the information they want. His status is highly questionable if he gives them what they want.

When an attempt to kill both the attorney and the witness is foiled, they both end up in a remote wooded area in a cabin next to a small lake. It becomes apparent to both of them that the security they enjoy there is not provided by the attorney's client, but they don't know who. Or does the witness know?

It appears they have to work out the solution to their problem alone.


Operation Operation

Last year I had an operation to repair a hernia in the right-hand side of my lower stomach.

This week we discovered another hernia in my stomach just below my ribs on my left-hand side.

My question is, how many people do you think have more than one hernias diagnosed in a year's time?

I know, it's not life-threatening, It's not even all that debilitating. It's not even a pain-in-the-ass. The sensitivity (I hesitate to call it pain))  is in the tummy.


Theater or Theatre?

Speaking of writing, with the kindness of my publisher and editor, at Urban Milwaukee, I hope to be resuming my preview articles of upcoming stage productions for Milwaukee regional theater companies. There are some outstanding pieces planned for the season. 

Here's what you might expect. First, there will be a valiant attempt for live performance. Second, attendance may limit audience size and involve several ways to enforce social distancing. 

Even if we finally feel comfortable with full houses, there might be a hybrid approach with a streaming option for theater fans who don't want to or can't attend in person. 

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  1. Are they limiting attendance at Packer games? Seem a little hypocrital to limit seating at the theater. (vaccine only?) Hard to play to a half empty house.

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