The manuscript is 18 pages old. And Joy is lying next to me like a teddy bear that fell over. She snuggled into my armpit tonight for like fifteen minutes, snoring away while Liz and I chatted about our day. I love our routine together getting ready for bed.
Work was busy busy. Writing was good. Got my pages done. And that was about it. I worked alllll day. Kinda wiped. Also: I stand by initial feelings about King John…but there are at least some fire fucking scenes in it. Like, two or three. Low-key great scenes to bust out in acting class that no one will see coming. But I still stand by Shakespeare basically doing a rewrite on someone else’s play. Or a play he never went back and touched up. There are just too many ridiculous plot turns and characters showing up—stuff that contemporaries did that he (mostly) stayed away from.
That’s all for tonight. Night night.
—artwork tonight is by Marco Foderá