collaboration, to me, is one of the joys of playwriting. It affords me the perfect ratio of solitude and company. I got into to the theater to be with people I trusted and who generally saw the world the same I did. That’s why I still do it.
We’re living in an age where people are given permission, indeed often encouraged by our “leaders,” to view other as less than human…I’d just like the audience to see a bit of themselves, or those they care about in the characters.
“This guy (Chekhov) might know a thing or two about playwriting.” – Jill Eikenberry
always wrote but for the first fifty years or so I didn’t show it to anybody. It was something I did for myself. Then in 1994 — I remember because it was the last year of our TV show — I showed a friend of ours – a writer on LA Law — a story I had written. He said, “It’s a book.” And that became my first book. I guess I just needed a little encouragement.
As someone for whom “inner peace” has usually been an oxymoron, being trapped indoors is a real challenge.
IN WHICH I DIP MY TOE INTO CHOPPY CYBER-WATERS TO SHOUT MY BARBARIC YAWP FROM THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WEB, AND ALREADY MIX MY FIRST METAPHOR! It’s a scary time to be a person working in the theater. Let me amend that. It’s a scary time to be a person. 2020’s whole low-budget apocalypse vibeContinue reading “Blogging!”