I spent all 3 nights of this weekend laughing, whining, crying, and talking crap and craft with playwright friends, and it was the absolute best. It was a reminder that while sometimes it’s hard to have friends who do the same thing that you do (see: our uber-sensitive, insecure, crazy competitive selves) – at the end of the day*, you need them. We need each other, for said whining / laughing / crap-talking. I’m so grateful for my writery friends!

* my agent says this all the time. I’ve started to say it too. Though I can’t say it without feeling like in some shape or form,  Sean Connery in living inside of me.