I thought the LA trip would reveal some wisdom and/or comfort about having to eventually move back. It did not. I went back and forth for a while trying to figure out exactly what this return post should be. I was torn between two topics: Survivor’s Guilt and What Does It Mean to “Make It”?…

It’s surreal to me that tomorrow night I will be in LA. Am I excited? Am I anxious? Am I nervous? Will I probably throw up today? Will I laugh for no reason at inappropriate times? Yes to all the above. I’ve run away from my hometown for so long. Whenever I talk about going…

I spend a lot of time thinking about what black women owe to theatre. What we owe to the arts. What we owe to each other. And at what cost? I won’t lie. It was inspiring as hell to see cullad wattah being pulled from Victory Gardens after a hot mess of a week. I…

I guess I’m back 🙂 I’ve been awake for the last five sunrises. I just can’t go to sleep or I get sick from anxiety and then I’m drinking tea and watching the sunrise. The witch in me sees this as super poetic. That while my life is entering into a brand new chapter, I’m…

It’s been a while since I wrote a post. The original idea was that I’d write a post on the 15th and the 30th (or end of the month). But when I made that plan I was traveling all the time for playwriting. After the pandemic, the posts got really insular and circular and I’m…

I’ve been thinking a lot about the successful artist* narrative. It goes a bit like this: X was working a 9-5 and was unhappy so they cashed out their 401k and moved to New York. They then went to NYU (or had already gone there) and met Y who helped them get their first show….

My blog the last few entries have been me mostly angsting and I want to return back to when this blog was meant to be filled with advice and lessons learned for aspiring writers. So that said… I’ve sworn by José Rivera’s 36 Assumptions on Playwriting and have thought a lot about what my advice…

2021 has actively tried to take me out, even to its last days. This is the year I struggled with suicide ideation, worked past the point of exhaustion, switched jobs four times, lost my grandfather and my cat, got divorced, and now I’m very, very sick with no end in sight. I had a deeply…

Someone recently asked me if I had accomplished anything “of note.” They asked me this after I had already mentioned the Yale Prize, meaning to them that wasn’t impressive. They were wondering if I’d had a NY premiere or sold a show. I said no. And then they said, “It gets harder when you’re older….

A friend has a joke that my ancestors are tired because they keep urging me to go in one direction and I’m insistent on running in the opposite direction. If you read this blog you know I’ve spent a bit of time trying to figure out exactly what the next step is. I’ve been struggling…