Back from Connecticut

With the bugbites to prove it. Seriously, I look like a leper.

So, okay, it's been a while, but life at the O'Neill isn't really condusive to staying in touch with the world via internet or phone or TV or blogging. It's completely restorative and time feels fairly fluid when you're not working on your show. And even though pretty much every night there's something to see or do, until your show goes up, there's hours to fill during the day, and I don't care who you are, you are not spending eight hours writing a new play.

Here's my top five day-fillers at the O'Neill:

1. roll out of bed and head to the beach to rehydrate and soak up some vitamin D
2. sit on the porch, smoke, paint my nails and talk to anyone who'll sit with me for more than five minutes
3. dream about real food
4. sit in the lit office and say that I am writing
5. bother Josh until he will stop working and hang out with me

Of course, the week I had my show, you can replace all of those with "rehearsal, chainsmoking, and fretting."