MadWomen Monologues

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If you are in Melbourne then you might be interested in Baggage Productions: MadWomen Monologues.
Every year they call for entries from women writers to submit a ten minute (or less) monologue for performance. They select 12 or so from the entries and present them - at the Butterfly Club in November. Half the income from ticket sales goes to a women's charity.

I have a monologue in the second season called Hell's Little Helper.

For more info and Early Bird reduced-price tickets go to
https://thebutterflyclub.com/show/the-madwomen-monologues-2019

Program One: 11-16 November 2019
An Interview Ain’t No Sure Thing written by Phoebe Taylor, directed by Keith Gow, performed by Seon Williams
Butterfly Kicks written by Jamila Main, directed by Renee Palmer, performed by Liliana Dalton
The Cosmonaut’s Child written by Alison Knight, directed by Chris Boek, performed by Andrew Godson
Fair Trade written by Carrolline Rhodes, directed by Adele Shelley, performed by Donna de Palma
Good O written by Kate Rotherham, directed by Gemma Flannery, performed by Kathy Lepan-Walker
The Pregnant Body written by Megan Riedl, directed by Carl Whiteside, performed by Brigitte Jarvis
Program Two: 18-23 November 2019
A New Infinity written by Germaine Wattis, directed by Jonathan Dyer, performed by Gemma Flannery
The Arrangement written by Bridgette Burton, directed by Nadia Andary, performed by Lucy Norton
Hell’s Little Helper written by Sara Hardy, directed by Bruce Langdon, performed by Nadia Andary
The Martian written by Marie Pond, directed by Germaine Wattis, performed by Shirley Sydenham
Rocket written by Kerry Drumm, directed by Lucy Norton, performed by Samantha Hill
Where We Belong written by Seon Williams, directed by Tania Le Page, performed by Phoebe Taylor

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