The Marathon.

After today, I knew in my heart I could do this again for the same amount of time and make it to the end of a book in under thirty hours.

Thirty hours is the time I have set for myself, it is my own decided pacing, after timing the amount of double-spaced pages I can complete on average, per hour, at four. At that pacing, 30 hours gives me enough time to produce a novel of 120 pages, and consider it complete enough to publish.

But this has evolved today. All the plans I had before are still sort of in order, but I wish to do this in a form of play. Actors, reading monologues, in real-time, while the work is being written in real time, until the book is done. And the time in between would be for music, and recovery, and healing. Celebration with the audience. With intermittent scenes. Until the book is done, and likely under thirty hours, especially if it is a form of play. I imagine if it can be written in a play format, it may be something if I push myself that I can complete in an evening, like in this case, a play could be 42 pages of double-spaced material, and leave the audience good and satisfied that it was created and acted in real-time, before their eyes, and to have the manuscript burned in front of them, at the end.

Quite a statement, that depends, I suppose, on the energy of the evening. And that is what makes this so much fun. The fact that this could be done. Now that I have pushed myself to the limit, and beyond, and shall do it again, knowing that the engines are still running steady, and ready to throttle, I see this being something that would truly change the world of theater as we know it.

Or perhaps I am seeing this differently than you, because I saw how the pages arrived today, which included a trip to Don Victor himself. It happened, and I have the letters to prove it. All included, free of charge, down below:

How strange that no matter what I do to try and remove this next page, it just won’t go away. So I’m leaving it. Perhaps it will have significance, with you. I imagine it will, if it won’t go away.

So perhaps I’ll just push it down here a bit with another line.

Just kidding.

But not really.

-W.V.Carleton