Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!
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first year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015
second year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2016
********* third year - Feb. 13, 2016 - today!
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
second year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2016
********* third year - Feb. 13, 2016 - today!
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
For a list of the titles and blurbs from each day, click here There are now over 760!
Get more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site. Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day #777 New Journals by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 30, 2016
New Journals
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger
© 2016 all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A nice-looking woman in her 50s stands, with a bag filled with notebooks, she takes the bag and puts it into the wheelchair, faces the group)
My mom loves to read. One of the first memories I have of her, is reading to me. And reading herself. Every day, my Dad would come home from work and she would have him be in charge so she could get what I now know were the only 15 minutes a day she had to herself!
She would take a book, and sit outside, and I would ask her why she didn't want to take her 15 minutes and walk or talk to friends. She'd tell me - 'I love to read'
She also loved to keep journals....and every day while we played, she would write in these old notebooks.....
(She picks up one of the notebooks and flips through)
Our whole lives were in here.....the parties, the graduations.....the visits.....(sighs) even the fights!....all here.....
(Deep breath) I found my mom reading these the other day....she looked so happy. I guess she discovered a big pile in a closet that hadn't been cleaned out in awhile.
Her face was one big smile.....and she turned to me and said....'Look what was hiding in that bottom drawer in the hall! Someone who lived here wrote all these journals! And they're so interesting! Even though they're old, they're like brand new! Better than the romance books! Oh, I'm so glad I discovered them!'
(Almost in tears) Her journals, her life......I thought of telling her, but, what would that accomplish? So, I sat with her, and I read them to her......and we had a very nice afternoon.....
(She picks up the bag of notebooks, turns to go back to her seat, stops)
How was your day?
(Lights down, end of scene)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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1 comment:
Beautiful. This is great!
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