Literary Competition

The Time Traveler's Wife

Our school is attending the Literary competition this year. I'd rather not have to explain, but in short, we go and compete in a variety of categories and hope to win! Well, this year is our first year and I have been entered in as the female dramatic interpretation contestant. Currently, I'm in the process of selecting a piece to do. It must be a maximum of 10 minutes, including a brief introduction on the scene. Today was our first meeting and we were beginning to decide our monologues (for myself and my  male counterpart). It was so hard to find something, but then my teacher and I decided upon compiling selections from The Time Travelers Wife. It's such a moving novel! I cried when I read it. Now it's just to find parts that would flow well together and will tug at the heartstrings of the judges.

If you have read the book, let me know what you think! Tell me the sections you wish to be included or good possibilities. Of course, they need to be from Claire's point of view. I'm going to start with the prologue and segway into another section from there. I'm just not sure what. Just in case you haven't read the book, here is what the beginning of my interp will read.

It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays.

      I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

     I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

     Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment, I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

Much love and hugs,

Sam