It’s 12:30 am and I’m having coffee. There’s a buzz in my head. If I strain, listen past the static, I can hear one of the characters whispering. He’s unapologetically politically incorrect. Like, wow. I’m not sure what part of my brain he’s from, definitely my darker side. But there’s no filter in him. Absolutely…

I’ve strapped on the MP3 player and am playing Before the Dawn, then will move onto more eclectic stuff. I’m ready, my lord.

One of my top 10 movies. I’m remembering a scene that describes exactly how I’m feeling right now. Tom Cruise (as David) stands on a rooftop to face his final fear. It’s a moment of clarity for him. I feel like I’m on the verge of that for my play. Like I’m standing on the…

I have a story I want to tell. But it’s stuck inside my head and the characters are refusing to play nice tonight.