When your queer TV writers’ room does pottery painting as a group bonding activity… and, upon seeing your finished piece, your friends say: “This job really seems to make sense for you.”
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…
Pilot season brings another one of our own from East to West… just in time to help cook a weekend roast.
VERY SERIOUS COOKING FACES.
There is nothing more LA (I am learning) than the ebb and flow of the NYC theatre population.
3-way conference call: me, The Grim Reaper, and a giraffe.
How many denizens of the East side does it take to test a mattress? #weekendquestions
When your friends give you gifts that reflect your new life in its entirety: writing, snacks, writing, snacks, writing, snacks snacks snacks…
…has never been so easy. He’s quiet, he’s polite, and he’s very tall. Hello new friend.
When you get home from a day at the office, and dinner is on the table…
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…