NEW PROJECTS 2008

"YOUR LATE MOTHER"

(copyrighted 2007 with the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C.)

A one act play

by

Marguerite A. Fair

I am most proud of my newest completed project, "Your Late Mother".

In my lifetime, this is the most profound piece of work I've ever written.

It is responsible for helping to heal a special family relationship. It is a true form of Divine Inspiration. 

 My goal is to produce this play and start the pre-production process by the end of this year (2008). If you are a theater company seeking a profound, tender and funny one-act play, please contact me.

310-490-9489 or writerperson48@yahoo.com 

OPENING OF PLAY, READ BY THE MAIN CHARACTER "MARLENE" BEFORE THE CURTAIN OPENS:

MARLENE addresses the audience before the curtain opens.  Red hair, no accent.  A full spotlight on her body.

I rose from a self-imposed nap of four hours.  Woke up slowly and carefully at 5:20 in the afternoon.  First thought?  When does the loneliness stop?

A simple question with a time-consuming thought process to answer.  The bland feeling of emptyiness comes in waves, mixed with regret and self-doubt.  Those who think they know me well would jolt at that private information.  We humans all feel the burst of singleness from time to time.  Scattered longings of what if's or why did it happen this way?

The self-help books line my shelves, staring at me with tidbits about how to live life with gusto, hour after hour.  At times so close to the answer.  Swimming in the positive messages from stangers.  All the PhD's and string of letters after their names do not help me.  Not now.  How do I know their lives are better than mine?

In a life review, which I masturbate mentally on a steady basis, I try to get to the root.  Why is this occurring now?  This isolated feeling that wakes me in the middle of the night?

The sons who disowned me are men now.  Cozy in their dysfunctional lives.  After years of thought, pain and self-persuasion, finally, I've reconciled within me the loss of motherhood from my life.  That bit of self-healing took only a block of twenty some years.  I remember hearing that time is a mere wink of God's eye, but to me it seemed to be an eternity of anguish.  There is no stab of pain so great as the loss of the love and companionship of the children who passed into the world through my rapidly shriveling womb.

Those men who came through me to this life are two men I would lay down my life for, yet all my gestures at reconnection have been greeted with resentment, anger and rejection.  The self-help books say rise above it.  Let it go and move forward.  After the mere passing of a mortal twenty something year cycle, it's happened.

Still, in honesty, on the annivesary of their births and the day that celebrates their connection to me, Mother's Day, the stir of phantom maternal feelings drags me to a temporary sea of ache.  Women who have born children know the ache of which I speak.  Only they would understand the depth of despair that tears at my heart. 

A last attempt to touch them.  Spotlight fades.

(If you belong to a theater company and are looking for a new one act play, please contact me at: 310-490-9489  Let's make this happen.

My new script entitled "SENIOR PORN?" is now completed and copyrighted!  A comedy about a group of Seniors who emark on a money making venture.  Please check for update on Screenplay page soon! 

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 Presently, I am working on a new screenplay about a very unusal dating service.  Check back at the end of 2008 for more information!