JIMBO
Mom !
LADY
What is it ,Jimbo ?
JIMBO
I allready found you a daughter in law ! Lucille !
LADY
You can`t come inside our house with that woman !
JIMBO
Why not ?
LADY
She`s to fat,she doesn`t fit on the door.
JIMBO
We make a new door...
LADY
We won`t ruin a perfectly good door just to allow that Yeti inside ! By the way,is she going to shave her legs ?
JIMBO
What`s wrong with her legs ?
LADY
I have no idea, i didn`t see her legs because of the hair covering them...

II

CAMILA
Mom,I`m pregnant !
LADY
You can`t be pregnant,you are still virgin !
CAMILA
Yeah...about that...
LADY
(after a few moments of silence)
Yes ?
CAMILA
I`m not virgin anymore !
LADY
Hmmm...how about that...your father was right ! I owe him 20 dollars.

My name is Tudor and i am from Romania. Those few lines i wrote in my coment are just a little part of the sitcom i`m writing. So...the thing is that i need help. I need someone to review it and if it`s good enough,to help me promote it. It`s pretty damn hard to penetrate the system being from USA, imagine that i am from eastren europe...Can you give me a hand ? Thank you !

Turow talks about writing before "the dust of dreams have blown away" which is like what another writer was saying, Michael Cunningham I think, about trying to write while he was still sort of in a quasi dream state after just waking up, before he engaged with the world. I've found that an afternoon nap can provide a kind of "reboot" not just in terms of energy, but in stifling the critical brain for a while - I seem to write more freely then.