Today, I have nothing.

No show.

A script, for sure.

Some people that've said yes to doing it.

But no music.

No lights or set.

No SFX. 

No knives. Or other weapons of small scale destruction.

Nothing for anyone to wear. 

Nowhere for anyone to stand. 

And nothing for anyone to stand on.

Beyond a bare theatre stage for one week at the end of November.

Tomorrow. (Today, now, technically.) It begins.