Saturday, January 8, 2011

stuck stuck stuck

The only play in my head is pretty goddamn somber. Every other teeny thought is dumb. This. is. painful. Is somber bad? I feel like I should write something crazy and funny. But I'm fucking tired. Whine whine whine whine whine.


Maria Glanz said...

started another new one. got it done. goodnight.

Joy McCullough-Carranza said...

I'm seeing this way too late for you, but I don't think all 14/48 pieces have to be hysterical romps. Sometimes it's nice to have a break from that. (Which is why I once wrote a piece where a baby gets shot onstage.)