That workshopped play-in-progress I saw last weekend that I mentioned the other day – the one my friend directed – well, the direction was way better than the writing. I was talking to said friend today and told her as much. She said, basically, “Oh yeah, well the writer was experimenting with the visual effects of the acrobatics and the blue grass band, and didn’t really put her focus into the writing yet. But she will with the finished product. And her other stuff is amazing.”

I don’t want my very own friends to read something of mine in my very own living room until I’ve perfected it. So if I’m as respected as whats-her-face one day, will I be able to afford to put mediocre shit up on stage in front of 100-something people?

A girl can dream…

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