I am working on a new one act play in a B,Z. absurdist non-formulaic way. The play came to me in dialogue during a dream and I took all the three parts.

In the morning I wrote out the scene, reading the parts and then revising, reminding me of days past when I used to write a play a week and produced several with great reputable directors who have gone on in the theatre and film world.

I miss the Original Theatre, meeting with so many idealistic actors and directors who always had good suggestions, but some nights I play psychiatrist when fear enveloped an actor. Yet it was a special sanguine time of artistic creation.