Drag Show

Last night I went to a drag show, in my imagination. It was much better than the ones I had actually gone to because it was all my doing. I got to design the theater and adjoining bar. I poured the drinks and played the music. The costumes and makeup were all my doing. The performers were as carefully chosen as their performances. All the guests were invited by me and their behavior strictly scripted. That is not to say there were no surprises however. As I wrote, my characters stepped out of the roles initially created for them and began to have fun on their own. When I was done writing the scene, and read over what was there, I found some of it not worth saving, but much of it better than what I had first envisioned. Some of the things that came out of their mouths were shocking and needed to be censored, but some of them were hilarious and I found myself laughing out loud. My headliner even changed from being Caucasian to African American. Neat trick huh? A character from an earlier chapter came in to join in the fun and to add some twists to the plot. My heroine showed an interesting new facet to her personality and changed her clothes on the spot. Oh subconscious, you are truly wonderful and frightening and I wonder what I would do with all these thoughts if I weren't writing them in a novel.