Loved seeing my play on stage. It's about missing people in general--women and girls, in particular.

Two people said it made them cry. Great! Because it was meant to move and educate.  Sent it off for consideration in another festival.

Tomorrow is a deadline for another festival, but plays can be five minutes at the least.  Got something rolling around in my head.  Gwen the procrastinator might never learn, but with just minutes left I got a ten-minute play about OCS/hoarding completed and sent to a theatre for Black writers in Houston. So maybe.  Last minute means little if I get it done, right?

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