And I just got out of the shower so I don't have a lot of time here. I wrote a whole one-half scene in there, a part that I was stuck on and it suddenly was there for me and so logical and so of course, and it was so pretty and because it's for the stage I could see it and hear it and feel it, and it's in my head and right now I know how fragile it is, like the image on photographic paper that hasn't been stopped and fixed yet. It's there, but it's not solidified in the silver crystals that are my words.
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AuthorBoston-based writer/playwright/visual artist.Founding Artistic Director of Alley Cat Theater, traveler, reader. Likes a good red sauce. Archives
February 2018
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