Coming Attractions

This is the only bit of my play “Things Could Be Worse” that I’ve written. I need feedback, encouragement, and any other form of relief/inspiration you can afford/offer.

Things Could Be Worse
Act I
Scene 1

A red wooden double door is dimly lit in the middle of the stage. It’s midnight. Two voices, a male and female, are heard offstage alongside footsteps, drawing nearer.

Man: Life is all about sex really. We may express ideas, create tons of things, build cities and destroy the environment. Yet at the end of the day it’s all still really about hardcore, raunchy, amazing sex.

Woman: How do you mean?

Man: Let’s say you write a book. Is the main goal behind that to get your thoughts to the public, to enlighten…or deep down inside is it to make a ton of money, buy a beach house, and find someone who you can fuck all day?

They walk onstage, the man opens the door for the woman.

Woman: (hesitating in the doorway) It’s a tough question. But I can imagine both. Perhaps the first book to satisfy the urge to publish something of value, the second just for money.

Man: (motions for her to enter before him) So, essentially, you agree.

Woman: Essentially. They enter.