My first play was called "The Principle of Butter Churns". It was, I realize now, the most awkward length possible—about an hour and a quarter. Fortunately, it was written for a class, so no one cared. Anyhow, it took place in a swank law firm that was supposed to be in Chicago but bore little resemblance to any real city called Chicago.
In a courtroom where a courtcase is transipiring to decide the rightful claimants of God's Last Will and Testament: "Blessed are the poor in spirit for thiers is the Kingdom of Heaven. Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the Earth."
Thank you, Paddy. Wish I still had a copy of the play. A friend of mine once said you have to sacrifice the first pancake. What? While you're making the rest of the pancakes, you need to keep them warm in the oven. The one on the bottom, the first pancake, burns and dries under the pancakes above. We all have a sacrificial pancake that keeps all those to follow fresh. Silly, I know. But it's my way of thinking of that play, which I'll never have again, and smile.
Umm . . . mine took place in the minds of the citizens in a town called Willow Grove. It was sort of a mixture of Under Milkwood and Spoon River Anthology. It had 77 monologues, poems and songs. It was no doubt way too long. It no longer exists, as far as I know. This was written in the age of carbon paper. It was titled Whispers of Willow Grove.
darkeithlofton elaborated on this in the After-Live thread and I thought it was interesting. Just say what the setting of your first play is.
(I'm interested to see how many diners and bars we come up with...)
But anyhow, to start off; my first full-length play, GO WITH IT, mainly takes place...yes...on a stage. The stage in a high school auditorium, to be exact. This turned out to be a good thing because, by some incredible stroke of luck the play gets produced, 3/4ths of it is barely going to need a set.