"Foolery, sir, walks about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere." Feste, III.i. Twelfth Night
Monday, July 19, 2010
I've been trying to figure out the best direction to start putting my ideas for the one-woman-show on paper. It's hard to articulate how the main event should start. At the moment there are a lot of profanities and a thunderstorm, (which is the cause behind the profanities). I am having a serious case of writer's block. It could be that in the past few days a glass has fallen on my head twice from the same spot. I'm beginning to see a pattern...
Anyway, I'm feeling a bit lackluster today; I have no idea where this funk came from, but it needs to leave now.