Had a reading for my new play last night in the West Village. The play wasn’t complete, even a very rudimentary sense, until about six hours before the reading, and I was making changes up until 9:30, when the reading started. After really getting the scary feeling like I wasn’t going to be able to do it, like the play wouldn’t be born—suddenly—it was; …
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