I’m just remembering, and have the pictures to prove it: In college, I directed a production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf. Why did I do this? I think it’s pretty much because my boyfriend at the time really wanted to play George? And so, rehearsals commenced in the only SLIGHTLY haunted Old Playmakers theater. And I of course had no idea what I was doing or how to direct a play, so, pretty much, after trying in vain to convey what I was thinking, to tranlsate my own understanding of the play, I pretty much just had the actors over to my apartment and had them watch the Elizabeth Taylor movie version and said, if you could just do – this – that would be great.

And that is why I’m a playwright.