my perfectionism...Tweak, tweak, adjust, twirl, spin, double loop and back flip. The piece is just about there. I find myself being compulsive over single words (Should that be a "the" or an "a") in an attempt to allow the greatest truth to spew forth. It's actually a bit of a relief to be at this point in the process - where small details are now the focus. I really appreciate both Michael's and Edgar's comments - Their work has helped me find the logic of the piece. Scenes I wasn't sure worked have been illuminated for me by actors and a director, who are willing to bend over backward to find the reasoning behind each and every moment. Their truthfulness has stopped the play from cheating. Instead, it's dogged, merciless really. Tonight, I'm going to be looking at one scene in particular - It contains an emotional core I find intriguing, but it may detract from the journey of the piece. It may be a breather, a calm before the coming storm, that takes the air out of what follows.

A few days off are coming - Turkey leading to satiated sleep - Then return well-rested, ready to invite an audience to see what we have found together.

Beep.
Chomp.
Barf.