THIS IS THE CULPRIT!* 
*We have named him “Punishment.”
I may be in my last few weeks in LA, but there’s still a lot to discover. I only just learned what a jacaranda tree is.
Swan communes with the jacaranda.
In honor of International Women’s Day, I’m apparently only writing plays that start with W.
WITCH, a commission for Writers Theatre in Chicago, and a chance to get fresh with Jacobean drama.
WINK at Marin Theatre Company, a chance to get fresh in general.
W is also for Wandering, which is what you sometimes do when the Writer’s room ends for the day… 
The part right BEFORE The native Californian explains to the New Yorker that the weird holes in the steep and narrow path? …are snake-holes. In which, presumably? There are snakes. 
NOPE NOPE NOPE. Bye, mountain path.
3-way conference call: me, The Grim Reaper, and a giraffe. 
Swan Huntley takes the wisdom of the universe to heart: 
Both of us are baffled by the difference between January in NYC and January in LA… 
… literally. 
