Oh - Brill!

Not.

I started thinking a few days ago that I wasn't too keen on some of the names I had chosen for the characters in the piece. They weren't bad - but it simply wasn't working as well as I thought it could.

So, I changed some.

And now - as I TRY to write, I keep using the old names. Habits. They die hard.

If I would just suck it up and type up the 6 pages I have scribbled down that might be decent and the three more that are pretty awful... but have potential, I might actually get somewhere.

I need a device. I have to figure out why one of the women is such a judgmental bitch. I know part of it, but I can't figure out the rest of it. It feels forced and trite and I am getting upset.

It is also pretty late - or early. Maybe I'm just tired. I have a HUGE number of days off next week and I plan on using them to my fullest advantage. I want to go somewhere. But where? And with what money? I think that maybe a change of scenery would help me see the through line clearer.

I spoke to Susan a few days ago. She gave me some ideas, suggestions, answers to some questions I'd posed. She also asked if I ever sleep. It made me remember; even if nothing comes of this, even if this little piece of mine never goes beyond a small community theatre somewhere in Fairfield County, CT, that's okay. I'll have written it. I'll have made a contribution.

And then, at least I hope, the NEXT one might be easier to write.