Scrooge’s Folly- Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview – David Weinberg
Main Character of the book
Award-winning, but down on her luck playwright, Andrea Smilow. Andrea’s play ‘Rememberings’…about the relationship with her father, who died when she was 17, won her the best play Tony at the age of 25. She is a graduate of the Yale School of Drama and on faculty at the summer program for the Ivoryton Playhouse in Ivoryton, Connecticut. At every turn of her young life, she has been crapped upon by men.
Do You Believe In the Paranormal?
Yes. Scrooge and Marley are not fictional characters. They were, and are, real living people. The proof is in Scrooge’s Folly – Saving Jacob Marley. They were the one’s who told me what to write.
What Am I Working on Now?
I am slowly writing the sequel…entitled ‘Jacob Marley on Broadway’. Before I get too deep, I’d like to see some reader reviews on Amazon, BN.com, or Goodreads. I am also about to start working on the final draft of the screenplay. I’d like to be in production in London in 2024.
Excerpt:
Andrea walked to the coffee table and picked up the letter. She held it up and jabbed at it with her right index finger. “Eleven regional theatre companies have performed Rememberings this year, and I get a royalty check for $750. How could that be right? They’re screwing me and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”
“Call Roger and see what he has to say.”
Andrea laughed. “Roger? He texted me yesterday. Not a word about money. He texts me once a year and never once has mentioned royalties…let us not forget that Roger is my last remaining tie to Brian. I met Roger through Brian. Fifty agents wanted to sign me, and Brian insisted I go with Roger and WMA. He’s a pleasant enough guy, unlike Brian, but he’s never done a damn thing for me. Is it Brian’s fault for recommending him, or my fault for listening to him?”
Thoughts of Brian hit Andrea like a face against a windshield. She hadn’t thought about him consciously in a long time, yet he was never far from her thoughts. Some guys are like that; they just get into your blood. Often it is the horrible ones that stay there. As the hot water from the shower touched her skin, it elicited an almost imperceptible sigh. She and Brian had spent many a shower together. She remembered how he loved to soap her breasts, and make her nipples hard…until they begged for his lips. She tossed her wet hair out of her eyes and slapped the wall, chastising herself for even thinking about him. He was just one of many evil spirits she had encountered in her life, and he was her past. Perhaps Ivoryton would point the way to her future. She shook her head as she dried her hair with a towel. She had no idea that she was not quite done with Brian yet.
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