The blog has been filled, mostly, with plugs for my latest show. That's how it goes sometimes, folks. I hope the few of you who still read this space forgive me. Oh and came to see Confess Your Bubble. (Sorry, I had to.)
Anyway, I'm directing a play at the Fringe Festival, a terrific one man show by Matthew Trumbull called The Zebra Shirt of Lonely Children. Details on that soon.
Otherwise, it's summer. It's hot. I've been working and trying to avoid being outside. Writing a bit, sending scripts around, thinking about things like "Why another Spider Man movie?" and what I thought of Prometheus. That sort of thing. No deep thoughts to share. I wrote a new short-ish play (although these days, full-length plays are 70 minutes long) that I like a lot.
How are you?
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