So, we’re reading. We’re reading a lot. The playwriting workshop is freewheeling; there is no assigned reading, but by the end of every class, I have two or three books or plays I want or need to read. I was reading the novel Metropolis, now I’m reading a play which is contemporary to that novel, Machinal by Sadie Treadwell.
I am also plowing through small press histories of a certain maternity hospital.
Also, recording promotional videos for the premiere of the film adaptation I Hate This at Playhouse Square.
Finally (okay, not finally) providing writing workshops to Cleveland city schools.
It’s a lot.
I am scatterbrained, putting down one book to pick up another, setting that down to make a note in one notepad (or the other notepad) or to jot down thoughts that itch the back of my brain, to put them here. To remember I was feeling like this when I get to the end of the week and trying to recall what happened.
I have missed drinking during class. We’re almost done here so I can say this. Taking classes on Zoom means you can drink. I know I’m not alone in this.
Tell me I’m not alone in this.
