Settling down to compose the first draft of a play. Sat in my boxer shorts on the couch in the living room. I’ve got a week long holiday away from the day job. The time I need to do it. Least, that’s what I tell myself. That it has to be now or else it’ll never happen. Only trouble is all I’m doing for those initial couple of hours is staring deeply into the screen of my laptop. A mocking blank page staring back.
