Remember / know of giant Kit Kats? It’s like one big single piece that is kind of like gnawing on Goliath’s finger. I remember that there was some point in my life that I rewarded myself with those things, ie, ate them arbitrarily, and a lot. Unrelated: I’ve noticed that I never, ever consciously tell myself that I’m going to take a break from writing. It just sort of happens. My brain refuses to think original thoughts and I end up on the train trying to write haikus that end up like

I am on the train

The train is going somewhere

I will get there soon

And I get really frustrated and convince myself that I’ve lost whatever sort of gift I once had. Eventually, it always returns. This time, instead of torturing myself and feeling bad about it, I am consciously taking a break from playwriting. For the first time in 4 years, I have no commissions due. I have no new plays to write. This feels kind of liberating, because the next play I write, will really, really be mine. It’ll grab me when I’m sleeping or reading or staring at someone, and I’ll start it then, but not a moment before or after. In the meantime, I have plenty of plays to rewrite which I will definitely be doing, as well as working on some non-fictiony pieces, a movie, and some tv ideers that maybe, just maybe, actually have some legs. I will also be spending plenty of time googling Japan and its really weird kinds of Kit Kats because A.) do that right now, and B.) also, one of these fascinating flavors is grilled corn. See also sweet potato, and soy sauce.