I was at a professional lunch a few weeks back that was meant to be an opportunity to discuss the craft of playwriting. Instead it disintegrated into three people talking in a circle about how sad it was that the mean transgenders canceled Dave Chapelle.

:(

I need about a can of cherry coke per five hundred words, or twice that if it’s revision.

It’s SUCH a shitty situation. I haven’t had to learn a new social media website in a few years, and I feel like such a neophobe staggering around this platform.